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My friend Cindy is one of those great cooks, who is able to eat something in a restaurant and then figure out how to recreate it at home in such a way that it is always better and more perfect than the restaurant could have imagined. A couple of years ago, she invited me over to dinner and made up a batch of fish tacos, inspired by ones she had eaten at El Vez, a local high-end Mexican restaurant. We sat in her overgrown backyard, assembling taco after delicious taco from the platters of fish, toppings and sauce that she had constructed. We ate far past the point of satiation, as it just tasted so good.

Well, that's what the image you see above makes me think of, that night, sitting in a backyard, enjoying some perfect food and a good friend. The dish and pic is by Average Betty and there's not only a blog post with recipe, there's also a video that goes along with it (have you watched Average Betty before? She's fun).

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I was sitting at my computer yesterday afternoon, mindlessly reading blogs and looking for a little writing inspiration when I picked up a plum that I had gotten from the kitchen just a little while earlier and bit into it. The taste of that particular plum (its brethren are pictured above) transported me back 20+ years and several thousand miles, into the back yard of the house in which my family lived during our Los Angeles years. That house had several plum trees, a really large one in the back and a couple of smaller ones along the side of the house, on the strip of ground that separated our space from the neighbor's.

As a young kid I got a profound sense of pleasure whenever I got the opportunity to pick my own food. It satisfied my longing to be like Laura Ingalls Wilder. My mom often made jam with the plums from those trees, although in those days it was always a little too saucy as she couldn't bring herself to add the sugar required to make it jell. Still, it was always delicious, especially because it came from our yard.

I do love it when a bite of some seemingly ordinary foodstuff gives me the opportunity to travel through time and space. Are there any foods that are similarly evocative for you?

Photo by Marisa McClellan