1.) In my first band, we always had rehearsal at our guitarist's house, because his dad had a PA and sound board. Not always, but often, we could be greeted at the end of band practice by the smell of home made Jamaican beef patties. Those sunshine yellow pockets of spicy, beefy joy are definitely food nostalgia.

2.) Tea and toast with butter and honey - English tradition is strong in Newfoundland grannies. My grandmother is also the only person I know who can get a roast uniformly brown all the way through (the gravy is amazing though).

3.) this one is new. Corned beef hash now reminds me of Frank's Diner in Akron. If you're ever in the Cleveland area it's worth the trip (they're only open from 6-3 though, so make sure you go earlier rather than later). The place looks a lot like a power station on the outside - a cinderblock building with a giant billboard erected next to it - but when you step inside it's like someone set up a diner in their great aunt's front room (lace curtains and everything). Go for the food, stay for the abuse.