Sometimes it pops up and bites you in the ass. A flashing sign, meal for one clutched in your fist. the need washes over you like a tidal wave. Nothing can touch the desire. nothing quenches the thirst.  But it's a need to obliterate the present, forget the past. It's a craving for release, not a hunger for a flavour. and remembering that helps it to fade into the background.