#TasteOfMemories

That's... familiar.
How could that be?
Oh, that taste...
It's you.
Mama...

It's the taste of early summer days when the sky is clear.
The hot july sun burning on our backs
bent over the large barrels of sorrel.
The wait for christmas to come painful in
our stomachs.

It's so early, just a few months but you always promise mama, it's worth it to start so early.
I agree, when august dies, september rolls by and all too soon November comes in,
I bounce away in impatience for it all to come.

Rainy days were never a bore. The delicious taste of pudding and chocolate is there to soothe me.
Milk and toto treats at day.
Mama, this taste, it reminds me of then
Sugary coconut flakes on my tongue, the creamyness of curry...