Marcel Proust, a French novelist, wrote about how the smell of a madeleine cake dipped into a lime-blossom tea, unleashed a rush of brilliantly-clear memory: "and as soon as I had recognised the taste of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-blossom which my aunt used to give me ... immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like a stage set ... and with the house the town, from morning to night and in all weathers, the Square where I used to be sent before lunch, the streets along which I used to run errands, the country roads we took when it was fine."
For me, a pot of green beans simmering on the stove immediately transports me to my Mamaw Shirley's house. Her fresh green beans, flavored with bacon and onion salt, are cooked for hours. I have never tasted better. Just the sight of green beans reminds me of the many family gatherings held in her home. Though there are many rooms to choose from, living room, dining room, sitting room, somehow everyone always ends up standing around the kitchen hovering over her as she works. The green beans act as magnets pulling us all together.
What smell or taste brings back a memory for you?