I hope food on time machines is better than on airplanes.

Have you ever had an orange popsicle and all you could think about was being 5 and wearing sandals and short and being at grandma's house and playing with the dogs, oh yeah, and the popsicle?

Or what about that time you had scrambled eggs somewhere and you remember the time you and your dad woke up early to go fishing and make breakfast along the shore with a propane stove?

Or what about that perfect cup of coffee that makes you think of the times you spent in college doing "homework" at a coffee shop? (homework = Facebook, email, and youtube)

How about the time you had jello salad at a potluck and you remember eating so much jello one time that you threw up? Oh, maybe that one is just me...

What about finding somewhere with shawarma or shwarma or shaorma (depending on who spelled it) and you immediately teleport across oceans to that place? ....no idea where it is and it would be impossible to find it again, but man, that was some good sh('awa', 'wa' or 'ao')rma.

Or finally, what about that time you had egg salad, but it had sat out just long enough so it wasn't chilled all the way, and the mayonnaise or something made it ooze some kind of gray colored juice and it made you think of the time you tried balut? Oh, god.

Anyway, food has this mind-blowing ability to take us from one place to another, to remind us of the past, to give us visions of what could be, or take us outside of our day to day lives. Let the journey begin.