A Taste from the Past

Songs and smells are known to trigger our memories but what about taste?

Today I had strawberry milk. Suddenly I wasn't in my little kitchen anymore but back at home, holding my Mum's hand as we walked out of the supermarket while I sipped on a small carton box of strawberry milk.

I used to get spoiled whenever I went to the supermarket. Mostly it was done with the intention of shutting me up.

The taste reminded me of the mild sunny weather of my hometown in spring and the laid back atmosphere it gave off.

Of course, I got caught up in the emotion and went to the nearest world foods market and bought a can of Guarana.

It reminded me of my road trips to Brazil in summer before Christmas. We'd stop at the botanic garden on the way up north for our picnic of sandwiches and guarana (which we'd buy at the gas station) and watch the koi fish and monkeys that lived within the glass greenhouse.

While I was at it I decided to buy a bottle of cider and create a new memory. Now I'll remember sitting on the little white steps of my first home, looking at a white picket fence covered in ivy and listening to Pavarotti's rendition of Ave Maria.