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Candy canes and chocolates. The bell of the ice cream truck pulling into the lane. Pizza nights and cracking open a cold one. You may outgrow your past but the flavors return to your tongue when you walk down memory lanes.
It's funny how one associates memories with food. Be it the joy of the raw mango Grandpa used to cut for you, or the hot coco Ma used to make on rainy evenings.
Comfort foods. Like a warm blanket wrapped around you on a cold night, with embers of nostalgia flickering in the fireplace. They are a string to the memories of the good old days.