Leftover Fried Rice in the Devil's Larder

Memories sit like grains of fried rice on a plate, tossed and mixed into a whole from which constituents may still be distinguished. The rice is first left overnight in working memory. Each grain is seasoned with the condiments of feeling, and each chef imparts the flavour of his individuality through his unique recipe. Frying imbues it with colour. Some grains may become charred, while others shine golden, or attain a nostalgic sepia. At last it is served, its wafting aroma drawing you in. Some grains are buried deep, where they simmer, while others lie at the surface, which you can see vividly. But all are part of the dish.