Hello my lovely readers
Another post about memory today, though of a rather different sort. We took a trip to the area where I grew up, and found the house I lived in with my parents. We then went to the local supermarket to stock up, so I got myself a spinach and feta pie from Spar, followed by some chips from the Steers my dad used to take me to for treats. Both the pie and chips are significant foods for me in this context, and I got to thinking about how much memory is often linked to taste.
No picture because they were gone quickly, haha.
Content Note for vague reference to issues with food/disordered eating
23rd December 2019
It's funny how our minds connect with food -
I guess it's 'cause it acts upon our senses -
but it's the strongest link to childhood
for me; it melds the past and present tenses.
And that is such relief, as someone who
has much less love for eating as an adult.
It was a task I once looked forward to
and did not always put me in a tumult.
Whether enjoying chips, avo or pie
(since actually my preference's fruit and veg)
their smell and taste makes me recall that I
can have food and feel good within my head.
And, whilst recovery might be life long,
reclaiming memories will keep me strong.
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