“I’ve been searching for a chilidog that matched the ones I used to eat when I was a kid,” says Just Plain Craig. “After having a dog at Super Duper Weenie in Fairfield, CT I realized that I was chasing a dream. It’s like trying to have that first kiss, winning touchdown. So instead of always being disappointed I decided to enjoy what I have today and move forward.”
“The problem,” says escondido123, “is we’re not working with the same taste buds if it was a childhood memory so maybe it can never be duplicated. I was dreaming about the cinnamon rolls from the dairy case that my mom used to bake up as a special Sunday morning treat. Made some last month and they were nothing special. Ah, memories.”
“Now that I’m old, an ex-smoker, and have destroyed most of my smelling apparatus thanks to chronic rhinitis (yes, the damage from nose-blowing happens, and it’s permanent), there’s a whole lot of those taste memories that I shall never experience again,” says Will Owen. “Like the astonishingly voluptuous flavor of really good vanilla ice cream, or the musky, woodsy flavor of wild mushrooms persisting through the richness of reduced cream. But although I can no longer experience the intense chickeniness of a full-grown free-running barnyard fowl, I can still tell when I’ve got one instead of those poor overgrown, fattened-up juveniles from Foster Farms and the like.
“No point crying over spilled sensitivity, kids,” says Will Owen. “Just treasure what you have, keep on looking for the best stuff and enjoy it all you can.”
Jelly71 recently got lucky with a Proustian flavor-memory moment, though: “I recently went in search of a childhood taste memory and was delighted to find that it tasted exactly as I remembered it. It was Thrifty brand ice cream in the black cherry flavor. My grandfather used to take my brother and me there every Sunday and buy us a cone. I almost always chose black cherry. I was missing him bad a few weeks ago and got to thinking about the ice cream. Went and bought some and was very happy to discover that it still tastes like love.”
Discuss: The dream has died