Is There a Word for the Food We’ve Loved and Lost?
If there Isn’t, there should be
My favorite Japanese restaurant just closed. I’m sad about that because they had an appetizer on the menu that I’ve never been able to find anywhere else — and believe me, I’ve looked.
They called it Asobe Age. It was salmon wrapped in seaweed and then breaded and deep fried — and it tasted like heaven. I loved it so much that I ordered it every time I went there.
Now, suddenly, the only restaurant that served it is gone — and I’ll never eat my favorite appetizer again.
There was a store near my house that used to sell prepared meals and take-out food. I used to joke that if they ever went out of business I would starve because I don’t cook and relied so heavily on their delicious take-out dinners and desserts.
Their pumpkin bread was so amazing that whenever they made it, I’d buy six loaves and freeze them so I could enjoy pumpkin bread with my morning coffee for months.