My Most Favourite Food In The World -Edited!

Appreciating food on its own sense: "Do I really have just one favourite food?" (In this wide, wide world) What does it make a dish magical in order to be favoured? Is it the ingredients, flavours or texture? Or is it the companionship, love for the person cooking and the memories that came along that dish? Those are what my thought bubble asks..

I don't think I can pick up just one dish to declare as my Most Favourite Food in the World. People change, we are constantly evolving and acquiring, some people develop or adapt in their environment, and some people don't. There are people who are giving their curiosities a try and there are people who are narrowed to their pantry staples.

What is my favorite dish? I have to pick one for this writing exercise and after 3 months, going 4 acually, I still can't decide. I'm frozen with this question.. I just wish if I were to represent Philippines in Miss Universe, that Donald Trump would not ask me "What is your World's most favorite dish and why?" because I can't certainly answer! Sorry my dear homeland!

Food not only nourishes the body and satisfies hunger. Food on its own sense feeds the soul. It associates memories (your comfort food), it stirs emotions (I will marry someone who can cook as good as my mother) and creates questions (Who made this dish?)

Isn’t really easy; I tried recounting my childhood and I barely decided if ever I have just one favourite dish in my entire life. It's impossible. But is there a special dinning experience I will never forget? I'm sure deep down my bunk of memory, there is at least one?

I recalled the feeling of sitting amidst a long family dining table.  A lot of times I was seated quietly observing the faces in front of me, observing the quietness when people are eating or listening to the clattering sound of silverwares against the glossy china. I was curious, what are these faces having in mind while chewing their food? Are they happy or are they sad?

Food shared over, not plenty but enough. Not fancy and not regal but brings back childhood. Food that is nicely seasoned and spooned with warmth of homeliness.  Food cooked by the woman who raised me as her own child, prepared by a parent who took time cooking for a sick child. Food cooked to celebrate a little achievement or intended to cure a broken heart. Food that ease the pain of failure, fires up cravings And brings joy to a simple family. Food that spices up friendships comforts a lover and caps a long tiring day. And Food that is meant to be shared, so good that it voices the best and most needed conversations. −Food that brings me back home.

I guess that is my Most Favourite Food in the World.