It's probably when I lived with my parents when I was four in Ukraine. My father's salary was delayed by months, I don't think my mother worked, we were poor and I was ALWAYS hungry.
One of the brightest moments of my life was when my uncle brought us two big sticks of sausage. The smell of sausage, how it combines meat, onions, some kind of sauce and a bunch of other ingredients.. sausage still rocks.
Another turning point was when I was a bit older (six?) and my mother gave me chicken soup. The problem was that I ate too fucking much of it and for probably the first time in my life that I can remember my mother said: Stop, that's too much soup, you'll feel sick, little guy. I was really surprised -- how could anyone ever eat too much? Is that humanly possible? Soon after that, our finances were going upward and I began to battle another problem: obesity.
And of course, I still have some food disorders, even ten years later :)
One of the brightest moments of my life was when my uncle brought us two big sticks of sausage. The smell of sausage, how it combines meat, onions, some kind of sauce and a bunch of other ingredients.. sausage still rocks.
Another turning point was when I was a bit older (six?) and my mother gave me chicken soup. The problem was that I ate too fucking much of it and for probably the first time in my life that I can remember my mother said: Stop, that's too much soup, you'll feel sick, little guy. I was really surprised -- how could anyone ever eat too much? Is that humanly possible? Soon after that, our finances were going upward and I began to battle another problem: obesity.
And of course, I still have some food disorders, even ten years later :)