There is always that moment when you’re just talking to someone and then suddenly you see something and voila—you’re brought back to an incident that happened years ago. This happened to me a few days ago when I was having dinner at a friend’s house. A memory was triggered by food (of all things, food!) and it made me melancholic for the rest of the night. I was enjoying my plate of baked ziti and garlic bread when one of my friends joined me on the couch. She was eating a sort of muffin that looked quite familiar yet I couldn’t seem to be able to place it. It was only when she allowed me to take a bite that I remembered something.
When I was a kid, there was this weird boy in class who was so quiet everyone thought he didn’t speak. He was new in school that year so he didn’t have any friends and no one wanted to talk to him. One of my friends finally approached him. She came back with a muffin in hand and told us the boy didn’t want to be bothered. The boy gave the muffin to her thinking she just wanted his lunch. It tasted like salmon. The boy could have been our friend, but we never had a chance to make him one. He left school a month later and we never heard from him again. We’ve been wondering about him ever since.
Photo and recipe courtesy of Betty Crocker.
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