Involve the senses.
The last few days I've been thinking of how the sense of smell brings back memories. I've been making suckers (for a Relief Society activity) for the first time in years. The scents of cinnamon and root beer have been permeating the house and my clothes. It takes me back to a time about 30 years ago when I made suckers nearly every day. That is when we lived in our house on 300 West. Gary was selling the suckers at Provo High as a fundraiser for the baseball team. I love the smell. It's also bringing back a sense of touch that I don't love-- very sticky counters and floors. As you can see from this picture, I do not have it in my DNA to cook in a tidy way. The syrup does not always go where it is supposed to.
It certainly does bring back memories.
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