The Chinese students at our local collage made a big dinner this evening and invited the community to come share it. This was not the American version of Chinese food. It was the real stuff. Comfort food for a bunch of kids a long way from home.
I filled my plate with some of everything. I have no idea what most of it was. (Just like in China.)
It was crowded, so Rachel sat on my lap to eat. (Just like in China.) There were noodles, so she didn't care. I don't think Rachel remembers China or the people who loved her there. But she most definitely has food memories. Just the sight of rice noodles cooked with a little cabbage makes her quiver with excitement. She doesn't do that with any other food. Noodles make her happy. They are her comfort food.