I was wandering through the grocery store the other day (which is really the only way I ever experience the grocery store) when I passed by the cheese area. A certain joy overtook me as I saw that delectable red wax wheel covering, what I remembered to be, the cheese of the gods. When I was a kid, my parents used to get a wheel of gouda cheese every now and then. My brother and I waited patiently as mom and dad unwrapped the cellophane and sliced through the wax to cut out our wedges. It was a bit of a delicacy when I was growing up so we got a fairly small piece each time so we could make it last several days. I remember enjoying that whole experience so much.
So, I bought a small wheel of gouda cheese the other day and did the routine, opening the wrapper, cutting the wax, doing all the stuff like when I was a kid. You know what? It was almost as good as I remember. My tastes are probably a little more exotic now than they were when I was a kid but I think my “taste memory” kicked in and made it taste far better than it really was.
Now I am no longer bound by rules of sharing or making it last or even letting anyone know I even bought the stuff. It’s weird maybe, but I wanted to sort of keep it to myself a little. Isn’t that weird? Anyhow, I plowed through that wheel all by myself. It was the first I had in a long time and was just sort of cool. I think I will buy another wheel of gouda cheese though, and this time, I may just share small slivers with the kids. We may try to make it last and talk about how special gouda cheese is. I think my kids need to develop a “taste memory”. I don’t know if they will ever have the love affair with gouda that I do, but I can try! After all, not too many other foods can describe themselves…it’sa gouda!
Anyone else have a “taste memory” for something from when you were a kid?This entry was posted in Family, Food, Thoughts and tagged Family, Food, Thoughts by warren