One too often, you get people describing food in the usual manner and vocabulary. Just the other night, we were watching a travel show; the TV host put a piece of pastry into her mouth, gave that look like it tasted like heaven before she uttered anything, i said "Bet she will say, oh its so gorgeous!"
Needless to say, you probably guessed what she said.
A word that is commonly used to describe very run down buildings that are then turned into restaurants is "nostalgic" or full of "nostalgia". Really, is nostalgic the word to use by a twenty year old when the building is twice as old?
I often find it hard to grasp that concept of nostalgia but it was only last weekend, i think i finally found no better word to describe that feeling. Nostalgia need not be as old as white hair or the abandon creepy haunted house in your neighbourhood. It need only be a feeling that you have long lost but discover it almost instantly, there and then, that very moment.
To me, it was no other than discovering in my bag, two packets of Indo Mee from Indonesia (the real stuff) for a bargain 36 cents a packet (in Ringgit Malaysia, may i add), the week before.
So how could i resist? The memories of university days, good lord, (now i know i paid a fortune for this noodles at 40 australian cents a packet, those days). Whether as a substitute for dinner or a good simple supper, Indo Mee is known to be stocked up in any room slept by an Asian. It would be a sin to not have a packet or two on standby.
After the first bite, it all came back. The taste was no different and the runny yolk gels everything together. That to me is nostalgia. I can't wait to taste the other packet soon!