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Memory Connected by a Scent

10 Nov

My parents, grandparents, and older relatives love to eat a fruit from southeast Asia called a durian.  I don’t know if you’ve heard of it before, but if not, just know that durian is a fruit with such a strong odor that it is banned in several buildings and public transportation in Asia.  When I was younger, I would sometimes come home from elementary school to the scent of durian which I could smell from outside the apartment.  Whenever I knew there was a cut-open durian in the living room – and it’d be hard for me to not notice unless I’ve lost my sense of smell – I would hold my breath and charge from the front door straight into my room.  Of course, the smell of durians could easily penetrate my bedroom door, but it was the best I could do.  If I had to come out of my room for the kitchen or restroom, I would have to stop breathing for a moment.

Then one day, the durian did not stink anymore.  I don’t even understand why that previously disgusting odor turned into a sweet scent, but I was finally able to eat the durian when I was around 17 years old.  Apparently the durian is somewhat similar to ice cream in consistency, but with its own distinct flavor.  But don’t be mistaken; it’s not like I suddenly love durian now.  Whenever I even think of a durian, the picture of me running away from its odor in our old apartment would automatically come to mind.

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Explosion of Cherry Goodness

9 Nov

My most memory provoking food, sadly enough, is a type of candy. We’ve all had them before, and the majority of us love them. They are the little treats known as Jolly Ranchers. Every single day when my dad used to drive me to my elementary school, we used to stop at the Rosedale Diner, which wasn’t so much of a diner as it was a candy warehouse. There, we would usually hardly look around. Perhaps we’d also snag a bag of hot New York deli chips, but our primary objective was always known. My dad and I were both huge fans of the cherry flavored Jolly Ranchers, and this store seemed to carry a pack of ten jolly ranchers that were ALL cherry.

My dad, being the crazy guy that he is, bought five packs for each of us. He always reminded me that I could share mine with everyone in school, but it didn’t happen as often as it should have. I mean, these things tasted amazing! As we would go back to his car to head over to my school, we would both pop three or four of them in our mouths as we shared a moment of silence to enjoy the explosion of flavor. I miss those times. Every time whenever I see Jolly Ranchers now, though, I have the ability to just cave back in to my memories and enjoy myself, focusing on what used to be. I miss those times.