A taste reminding me of a smell and a moment in time. Today, after a brisk bike ride in another glorious Fall day in Dayton, I opened a tin of Kippered Herrings for lunch. The first taste of these fish reminded me of the smells, the hustle and bustle of the old Guernsey Market of days gone by. I was transformed for a moment to a 5 year old boy again; hanging on to my Grans hand while she haggled with the fish merchant in the old language of Patois for a good deal. The recollection was a vivid, and wonderful memory of days sadly, long gone.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 17:37:39 +0000
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