Lovely!

Food does hold very strong memories, along with the scents of certain foods. It can almost be like a type of time travel.

But if I’m honest... it didn’t quite taste like the barfi of my childhood.

That made me smile, as I have had a similar experience with certain baked goods from my childhood back in Denmark. It puzzled me, in a way, until I finally came to realize that what had changed was me, not the food. I was still remembering and tasting it through the eyes of a nine-year old boy... and now I was a middle-aged man with a change sense of taste.

Not that it wasn't enjoyable, mind you!

Thank you for sharing this slice of your life!