SC-S29W3 Nostalgia of the little me: Childhood food memories.

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There are certain foods and sweets that take me back to my childhood; for example, candies, chewing gum, chocolates, and small snacks that I always bought at the elementary school cafeteria. The truth is, most of those sweets don't exist anymore; they stopped making them, and I haven't seen them in stores for many years.

However, there's one food that instantly transports me to my grandmother's house, and that food is arepas (or sometimes bread) with a fried egg.

When I was a little boy, my mother worked and was away from home most of the time. She would leave me at my grandmother's house, where I spent most of the day, except for the hours I had to go to school.

Every morning when I arrived at my grandmother's house, she would make me an arepa with a fried egg. Sometimes she would give me bread with the egg, but most of the time it was an arepa.

Basically, ever since then, fried eggs have always been one of my favorite foods, perhaps because they remind me of my childhood and my grandmother's house. It's a special food for me, and it's very important because it's part of my past, part of my childhood, and it reminds me of all the good times I spent there with my grandmother and my cousins. That food has an emotional significance for you; it connects me to my past, and I appreciate that very much.

[Arepa with fried egg, a simple dish but with significant emotional weight for me]

My grandmother used to make that meal for me, although sometimes one of my aunts would also make it, and my mother would when we were at home.

However, there's something very curious: my mother and aunts knew that I loved the food I ate at my grandmother's house, so they made it for me, which I really appreciated. But even though the food was very good, it never compared to my grandmother's arepa and fried egg. My grandmother's dish was always unique to me; no one has ever been able to match it. It's true that she prepared it with a special touch that only she knew how to give it, but I think what made it unique was the habit (since I started eating that dish there, and I ate it almost every day) and the bond or connection that meal created. After eating it, I would go out to the yard to play with my cousins ​​and all my toys; in other words, my mind probably associated that dish at my grandmother's house with joy, happiness, and fun.

That dish made me feel special, since Grandma prepared it just for me. My cousins ​​didn't like it much and almost always ate bread or arepas with butter, cheese, and coffee; but since I don't like coffee and I didn't really like hard white cheese, Grandma would make me a fried egg. That made me feel special, because in a way, Grandma was spoiling me.

[The dining room in Grandma's house is somewhat different from how it was in the nineties]

As I mentioned before, I regularly ate that dish at my grandmother's house. That's where I first started eating it and where I began to like it. Although I later enjoyed it in other places, like at my aunts' houses and at my own, nothing ever compared to the dish my grandmother made; it was unique. She fried the egg in a way that left it neither too dry nor too raw, a specific point that only she could achieve. Moreover, it wasn't just the way she cooked it, but also the emotional or sentimental connection that linked that dish to my grandmother's house.

Wow, every time I eat a fried egg with arepa or bread, my mind travels back to the nineties. I remember those cool, cozy mornings when I'd arrive at my grandmother's house with my toys, and my cousins ​​would already be there waiting with theirs (though sometimes I'd get there first). My grandmother would be in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and we'd all sit around the table chatting and waiting for our food. Those were wonderful years. After enjoying breakfast, my grandmother would go about her chores, and we'd play in the garden, where there were lots of animals: chickens, ducks, pigeons, dogs, turtles... Anyway, every time the smell or taste of a fried egg reaches me, it takes me back to my grandmother's old, joyful house, to those marvelous years that I enjoyed so much.

[The current kitchen of my grandmother's house, although it is very different compared to that time]

Yes, it's true. This food is still a part of my life. Obviously, it will never be the same because my grandmother is 91 years old and has many health problems, so she hasn't cooked in a long time. However, I still eat bread and arepas with fried eggs, a food that reminds me of the beautiful moments of my childhood, those wonderful times that will never return, but that will always live on in my memory.

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With nothing more to add, I bid you farewell. Thank you for reading.

Blessings.

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