I took a bite of the cake offered at the Waitrose sample/display table. The chocolate was pedestrian and overwhelmed the oily sponge above it. Then, the almond extract came through and I smiled, saying, “suddenly the memory returns.”
“Stop that.” The young woman normally at the tills was giving me the schoolmarm frown.
“Pardon me?”
“If I hear one more reference to ‘A la Recherche,’ someone will feel my wrath.”
Penitent, I bought a bag of the crappy pastries, mostly because I was too busy to eat the fresh mushrooms I had been gifted Friday and had no good way to dry them. I had decided to give them as a gift to the fellow that introduced me to the ‘farmer’ in Brixton who gave me this batch.
Everything is interconnected.
For instance, just last week I got a Beastie Boys song stuck in my head. Now, another is there because, you know, “Cookie Proust.”
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