There was a wonderful moment in a restaurant when Aurora didn't want anything to eat. It turned out she was lonesome for her school cafeteria. I left the restaurant and went to a deli and bought her a can of potato chips. "She is hungry for her native foods," I told the Korean waiter when I returned. "She needs contact with her native earth."
That's from page 196 of Falling Through Space: The Journals of Ellen Gilchrist. The scene is of Gilchrist taking her grandchildren on a visit to New York. Somehow it's always the food that makes me miss the south. Reminiscent of this post from last month, in which I quoted Dorothy Allison.