So I wasn’t born in the U.S. I was born in Hong Kong.
And about two years ago, I sat down for some dim sum and tasted a noodle crepe dish that jolted me down memory lane. Except for the taste of the slight licorice in the soy sauce, I can’t remember where I ate it. The only thing I know is that I remember the taste.
So yes, our taste buds can help us remember experiences when we have no visual or conscious memory of a time in the past.
And every time I eat that dish, I know I ate it some time when I lived in Hong Kong. Since I was an orphan at the time, I have no idea when I might have gone to dim sum but I know I did! Or someone made it! Its like the sauce is a piece of a puzzle I don’t have the other pieces to. Weird.
I googled the chinese dim sum noodle crepe sauce and found this. So trying it. I think the molasses might be what I’ve been looking for since trying to recreate this at home. Its bitterness could be like licorice. I can’t wait to make the noodle crepes too. I love to recreate dishes I have in restaurants at home. In this case, I feel like I’m reconnecting with something I forgot about when I left Hong Kong. Maybe food is also my memory bank. I don’t have many memories of that time in my life (I was 7 when I left to come to the U.S. through adoption). Its nice the food is a time capsule for a life I will likely never know full details about.