Someone over on the SF board just mentioned "the best wild mushroom cream soup" he'd ever had, and the words evoked a cascade of memories: the mushroom cream soup at a country inn in Cornwall that I stayed at with my grandparents over 20 years ago.
Not only do I remember the wonderful soup: finely chopped mushrooms that must have been quickly sauteed in butter and added to a dark, clear broth, with rich fresh English cream dolloped unmixed in the center of the bowl; but that triggered other memories of that trip -- some of the last good memories I have of my grandfather, who died 16 years ago this week after a long decline.
For me, the link between food and memories has been an added bonus of chowhound. Chowhound discussions have triggered many memories that had been buried under the detritis of daily life, memories of food and family, of places and people.
Yet another reason to support this invaluable resource.