Strange, but true – one of the strongest memories I have of my childhood is of my dad eating breakfast. He would take 2 different yogurt flavors, and pour one into the other, creating a pretty collage. Then he would pour in cereal and mix it all up with his spoon, but his spoon motions were up and down instead of round, figure 8 motions that most people make while mixing.
I wonder why I remember it with such detail. Maybe it’s because they were so constant and so often, it was almost ritualistic.
A few days back, for whatever reason, I recalled my dad’s ritual when it was actually relevant – in the morning when I took my yogurt. I love how evoking such a memory can make a simple breakfast to much more than it actually was.
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