I want certain things at certain times of the year.
I want spicyhothothot food, like Thai curries, during the first flash of summer heat. (Don't ask, because I don't know why.)
I want apple cider with bourbon (an applejack), French onion soup, open-faced Spanish tomato-ham sandwiches, crusty warm baguettes with butter, and caramel anything in the fall.
At Christmas and on into January, I want smoked salmon, scrambled eggs with green onions, pralines, panforte (Italian Christmas sweet), Cabernet, and filet.
I want homemade chicken noodle soup most of the time. Or Greek egg-lemon soup.
And year-round I could live on artichokes, those same crusty baguettes, caramelized onions, coffee ice cream, and spinach.
I crave cuisines, too, like good Mexican or Chinese food. I'm really jonesin' for Indian right now.
I always have a drink made of apple cider cooked with an orange spiked with cloves and poured hot into a cup with a cinnamon stick then dose liberally with Captain Morgans spiced rum. I love the feeling in my nose of the hot alcohol permeating my brain. Mmmmmmm nice on a cold day.