Brain vs. Body

I heard once that your brain can forget "memories", but your body will still remember even if your brain didn't. I mean, after all, they are both act of brain. But it's more the fact about right or left brain I guess.

I've made something today which I haven't made for 3 years. Meat ball tomato sauce. It was EuroTraining's favourite dish that he used to reward himself for. I used to regret introducing him into watching Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmare. The program that got him started on the whole cooking supree thing. It was cool to begin with considering it stopped him from eating plain pasta and tuna or smoked chicken 3 times a day (and instant noodles on a special occasion). But then he idolised Gordon so much to the point that even if I ever suggest him an alternative way of making it for the better, he won't ever listen. Also, he never believed about the fact that cook books are not always true, but they are generally simplified for a regular home cooking. And all chef will never put exact recipes, and neither is it possible to do so. It's too much to do with sensation and taste of the actual ingredients and everything. But the thing with beginner cooks, they will never do anything different, even to the point of how much salt to put in.

Anyway, I won't deny the fact that indeed EuroTraining did become a pretty good cook, and there were some favourites amongst them. But restaurant foods are NEVER designed for every day eating. Meatball and tomato sauce was 1 of the favourite recipe. But the taste was so distinct that I just didn't want to make them again after we broke up. The smell of the fresh thyme and rosemary, the taste of pork and beef mince mix.... I've made alternative recipes that are similar since, but not this exact one that he used to make. It made me feel too lonely to eat them again by myself.

It was the first time cooking it today, and indeed I did enjoy the smell whilst I was making it. Until the point I wanted to check whether it was cooked enough or not. The first bite I took, it almost made me cry. It took me all the way to that little kitchen that doesn't exist anymore. The one that I had to scrub down so much coz it was too filthy to touch initially. How I used to see the sun going down through the kitchen window whilst he was standing in the kitchen making those meat balls.

I can even remember the very scent of the house. Every single tiny details of the house, whether that was a pleasant one or not is a different story. But I don't even remember all the details of the other houses I used to live in in Dunedin, but I remembered his so clearly.

I'm glad my parents weren't home today. I was completely at a shock when I tried that it almost made me cry....

All those memories....