There’s a scene in the Disney/Pixar movie “Ratatouille” that shows what it feels like to eat certain foods. The food critic Anton Ego, all set to write the review that will bring down Gusteau’s once and for all, takes a bite of Remy’s ratatouille. The simple dish transports him back to his childhood.
See the brief clip here if you haven’t seen it: Pixar’s “Ratatouille” – Anton Ego’s flashback
Home isn’t just one place, or even a place. It’s memories of belonging. It’s memories of warmth. It’s memories of communion. It is both rest and renewal. It is Sabbath.
These are some of the flavors that give me that feeling.