Memory of tastes

I was grilling some onions in olive oil last night and it triggered a
memory of a hamburger I had in Majorca years ago. I could never really
figure out what gave that burger it's unique taste - maybe it was
olive oil. Then I remember the taste of a Sangria that to this day I
can not duplicate.

I drifted to thoughts of a wood-fired brick oven pizza in a little
Italian restaurant in Aviano Italy, Bratwurst stands with pommes
frites in Wiesbaden Germany,Yakisoba and Kobe beef in Okinawa Japan
and Strawberry Daquiris with cheesesticks in Dallas Texas.