Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?

A slice of German sausage

The rind against my tongue

Or a bite of juicy melon

Mediterranean sun.

Tastes and smells that

Take me back

To where we lived when young.

The queue in a German butcher

Unfamiliar smells

A babble of foreign voices

A language we didn’t know.

They’d thinly slice a sausage

To give to us as kids

And to taste it now

Feel the rind on my tongue

Is to go back right away.

But melon takes me to Cyprus

Years we spent in the sun

The juicy blood run melons

We’d eat most every day.

Then I found them boring

Would have preferred a pud

But the taste of a melon

Takes me right back

To the years we spent in the sun.