Flash Fiction or Fragment: The Elephant's Dream

It was dish that made perfect sense when you thought about it. Simple, easy to prepare but unmistakably Lao and never any leftovers. He joked it was made from s ingredients each representing the Laos he knew. In one house he was forbidden to serve it because of the one thousand memories it recalled among his hosts.Memories they'd buried for so long, as if the past was another country.