I have this rather ridiculous photographic memory-like equivalent when it comes to food recall. I can not only remember particular dishes I’ve made even years ago, but I can remember details like which day of the week it was that I made them, and what was going on in my life at the time. It’s like I’m food-wired-in. Though I possess this strange ability in sharp contrast to my husband, because he can never remember anything I’ve made. Thought this was a cute case in point:
ME: “I’m working on a blog about the Posole.”
HUSBAND: “The what?” [Mind you, I only made a vat of it - we had at least 3 meals worth, just last week.]
ME: “The Posole. That spicy Mexican soup.”
HUSBAND: “OHHHH the spicy Mexican soup! That was great.”
