I do.
This is how I made my vacation last into the weekend (at least on my plate).
That octopus dish I had at the shore was preying on my mind, haunting me with memories of lemony deliciousness. I was combing the web for recipes and techniques for cooking octopus, thinking about how to recreate a similar dish at home. The octopus info was quite frankly, a little daunting. Then Saturday morning, I noticed a new seafood vendor at the Uptown Hoboken Farmers Market. He had lovely fresh calamari from Long Island, and I thought “hey, they’re both Cephalopods, I can cook calamari!” and grabbed a pound. Cooked with lemon butter, a shaved fennel and parsley salad tumbled on top, and juicy fried lemon on the side and I’m right back, salty breeze in my hair, sand between my toes.
What I ended up with was more a reminder than a faithful recreation of the octopus dish. That’s the point- re-entering real life is inevitable but the reminder of a fun relaxing trip can make even a mundane workweek in the kitchen feel more celebratory.
What’s a memory of a great trip or a great meal you can tug out and use to make your daily grind a little more like a day at the beach?
Cognitive Leeks 
I remember getting a jar of grape leaves at the Dekalb Market to make dolmades after my visit to the Bay in 2001… I never ended up making those dolmades but I did extend my vacation, in a sense, by moving to California as soon as I finished high school.
Now here, since I live at the beach, I extend my family vacations by finding a perfect giant tomato at the farmer’s market and putting a big slice of it between white bread with mayo and pepper, a sandwich that raises a quizzical brow in these parts.