Recently, my husband and I ate dinner at the Currywurst food truck in San Diego. David ordered the Philly Cheesesteak Grilled Cheese sandwich. As we waited in front of the window, I could hear the sound of the metal spatula on the flat metal griddle chopping the meat into tiny, delicious bits. I could hear the sizzling of the oils and seasonings that had spent their days lathering that griddle with their secret wares…The tink-tink of metal on metal, backed by the smooth vocals of delicately hissing oils, bubbling and devilishly dancing, captured some part of brain stuck in a long line at Pat’s waiting to order a “wiz-wit” on a cold day. I knew the sandwich would be divine.
Do you associate certain sounds memories, or any sounds for that matter, with flavor? Maybe something from childhood? A unique meal overseas?