Eat it. Just eat it.

Just a thought I was having last night when I didn't have Internets at home. (That has got to stop-SRSLY)
I was thinking about food. The relevance of food. Why I eat certain things at certain times. Food is the most intense emotional/memory trigger. That or maybe smell-so imagine what the smell of food must do.
ANYWAY-I was thinking specifically about fish tacos. And how that would've been good for dinner last night. Better than that mediocre store bought pizza. But it was Wednesday, and we eat spaghetti or pizza on Wednesday. It is the way things are done.
Why? Because Wed. is spaghetti night at Dano's (the local back home). And pizza is like spaghetti, in that it is an Americanized version of an Italian food. Also, I think that Wednesday was Prince Spaghetti Night in those old commercials. **Googles and confirms**
And that's why I eat spaghetti (or pizza) on Wednesday.
Sunday is family dinner night. Daddy loves to cook a large meat based meal and some unhealthy thing for afters. Despite the fact that I live alone I still cook a large meat based meal and come up with something for dessert. Because it's tradition.
Sandwiches.
As a youth I had to pack my lunch. Probably because I wouldn't eat that crap the cafeteria served. My prefered sandwich meats were salami, ham and corned beef. Your traditional, healthy, spiced meats. Slathered with mustard and horseradish and related bitter condiments. Enter adulthood and the Sandwich Boom of the late 90s and I was living on a pretty steady diet of Italian Subs or Corned Beef Sandwiches and the occassional Club to mix it up. (The Hot Sandwich Boom did not really hit Akron, OH. Or maybe I missed that food trend.) Upon moving to Nashville I learned 2 things. There are no Italians in this damn city and thus Italian Subs are disgusting and feature complete crap meats. Possibly because, how do you screw up corned beef and mustard on bread? The Corned Beef based items are pretty good. I know I should eat chicken or turkey or lean meats with no dressing-but gag me. That stuff isn't good. My arteries are clogging more every day.
Finally, fish tacos. Last spring's first NDE dinner out with Mik. The Rosepepper. Sangria Wine and Fish Tacos (grilled-that girl and her healthiness). I equate them with being alive. And the sister. Plus, if I remember correctly, I think they're mentioned specifically in the song she wrote for me about Baxter. She also wrote a song about pies. We love food, my family.
Other connections:
Sangria Wine=Jerry Jeff Walker
Boo Berry Cereal=A childhood dream realized
BLT=The Only True American Sandwich (c Stephen T. Colbert)
Jack Daniels=BR549
Jamesons=Black 47
Rice Cakes=The Monkees (no idea why)

So, see. Food=Culture=Memories=Happiness upon ingestion