I'm sure everyone has this happen to them at one time or another. They bake a cake and it reminds them of their mother baking the same type of cake fifty years ago. Or the smell of barbecue ribs reminds you of your childhood on a lazy summer evening. Or the smell of meatloaf in the oven reminds you of your mom making it when you were little.
For me I have dozens of memories like that every week. Something always reminds me of a moment, a person, a memory.
It brings me back a few years, a couple of decades, my childhood.
A few weekends ago I decided I wanted biscuits. I don't think I had thought about biscuits in years, to be honest. I guess because my daughter HATES biscuits so I just don't ever seem to make them.
But something just reminded me of biscuits. I don't know what. An old memory. A passing thought. Who knows.
Whenever I make biscuits I am ALWAYS reminded of my Auntie Ann who would make biscuits every time I visited her in Carlsbad. I can still see her making the drop biscuits and then having several jams to spread over the hot, buttered biscuits.
Memory is such a strange thing, isn't it? I can't tell you one single other food/meal that I remember that aunt cooking or baking and yet those biscuits...I remember as if it were yesterday.
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