When boiled potatoes were delicious

This was day 4 of a trek in the Himalayas. We had 21 kilometers to cover and after 13 or so mostly uphill kilometers, we finally stopped for lunch. Lunch was boiled potatoes and boiled eggs. I think I had 2 or 3 of each.

It remains one of the most delicious meals I’ve ever eaten. I can still remember how eating those boiled potatoes felt. We were so grateful for them that day.

I remembered that meal yesterday with a friend who was with me during that trek. We had a late dinner and, this, ate when we were really hungry. And, of course, the very ordinary food tasted wonderful.

The now legendary boiled potato experience taught me how much our feelings are driven by circumstance. When you are hungry, edible food is delicious. When you have little, most things are great.

Often, as we go through life with good fortune by our side, we leave behind a piece of ourselves that used to enjoy those small things. It takes fancier experiences and bigger things to impress us. Thats why eating when really hungry never fails to remind me the importance of savoring all the wonderful small things around me.

The small things, almost always, are the big things.