Thanks to an online sight that allows people to connect with people from their past, a friend from elementary school and I found each other. She posted a note about how she remembered us playing together at my house and my mother making the best hamburger she had ever eaten in her life!
Why do I not recall this moment in my history? Perhaps because I ate my mother’s great cooking all of the time. But it’s interesting to note that the sense of taste brought a memory of our time together back to her.
When in your writing could the sense of taste be used? (Don’t just stick in the sense of taste – – only if it is appropriate.) Or perhaps a particular taste is so wonderful or so horrible, it will move you to write a poem about it?
Right now, the thought of my mother’s cooking, reminds me to add this in my own writing. And to hit the kitchen for a mid-morning snack!