The New York Review of Books publishes, in observance of Thanksgiving, an article on gastronomic youth. Just because we grew up on bad food doesn’t mean we aren’t nostalgic of it. “Bad” not in the sense of junk food but probably not what you’ll find at Whole Foods. Some of the best food is that which invokes memories of childhood. For me it was the fish balls on a skewer sold by a street vendor outside the school. At the final bell kids ran berserk out the gate and hogged the cart of fish balls in piping hot broth. The other favorite is a waffle layered with spoonful of sugar, melted peanut butter and condensed milk. Another gourmet delicacy is this flaky pastry with egg custard filling. I was just talking with my friends about how the first meal I take when I visit my home in Hong Kong is a mix of street food and comfort food. What defines your gastronomic youth?
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