Before he posed the memory part of the question, I was amassing a feast of chocolate ice creme, oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, milk for cookie dipping, and other treats. Once the memory part of the feast was added, I immediately jumped to turkey drumsticks. I was four years old and eating Thanksgiving dinner with my family. The drumsticks were my personal portion of the turkey. I had already eaten one. Another large drumstick was sitting in solitary splendor on the side table. I was looking at it with gustatory lust. My aunt said, “You’ve eaten enough. You can’t have that drumstick.”
A contrary little thing, I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t want to eat any more - I just wanted that drumstick and I didn’t want my aunt to tell me no. I grabbed it and took a big bite. I showed her! Later that night, I got sick and threw up everything I’d eaten. I was so ashamed of my greed and rebellion.
When asked for memorable food - my first memory always goes back to that turkey leg. I am still trying to learn to be less contrary and greedy. I don’t eat turkey legs anymore.