I think that I became a chowhound because of food cravings inspired by books I read as a child.
For example, after reading Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder, I wanted to try boiled maple syrup cooling thickly on a plate of fresh, white snow. I also wanted to take a piece of Hubbard Squash, spread it with butter and scoop it into my mouth like Laura did. I longed to taste the ambrosial turkish delight described in the Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Even mundane, store-bought apples seemed more appetizing after reading how Tom Sawyer would steal them from under his aunt's nose.
What are your memories of food from childhood reading?