Broccoli

When Herself was in graduate school, the dining hall associated with the school was not open on weekends, and so the students fended for themselves.  There were many food trucks parked in various strategic locations around the city, and they were frequented by the students.  The most delicious wonton soup ever could be procured at a truck just a few blocks from the dormitories.  It had fresh bean sprouts floating at the top of the take-home container. Tasty.

Street vendors selling fresh fruits and vegetables also set themselves up on sidewalks.  They would weigh out the merchandise on hanging scales before putting it into crisp paper bags.  Herself would peruse among the vendors to obtain some broccoli and other ingredients. She would stir-fry everything in a minuscule electric frying pan in her dorm room.  Tasty.

Even all these years later, the smell of broccoli reminds her of that beautifully fresh broccoli and the tiny electric pan.