When I open the menu, I have the idea to order something I don’t eat very often. I want to order something that I’ll specifically associate with this dinner with Olivia at Linda’s Diner. Something that’ll spark memories of this night every time I bite into it from here on. I settle on a chicken salad sandwich. It’s something I know I like, but I just never order it very often. It’s something I don’t have any specific memories associated with. Now, for the rest of my life, I will.
