I recall a comment that Anthony Bourdain made referencing the fact that all the truly great meals in one's life are underwritten by context and memory. I may have paraphrased him but I found myself smiling my way through Grace Dent's 'Joyeux Noel' article in The Guardian today and thought it worth posting.
When people die, they live on in our hearts, but the truth is, at Christmas, they often live on as heartburn, too. Even so, I will still buy a small bar of Fruit & Nut to eat during Carols From King’s on Christmas Eve, just in case a passing spirit fancies a chunk. It’s stupid, it’s sentimental – but some things will be for ever.
