The flavours and fashion of childhood

Ah, the flavours and fashion of childhood, right? They stick with us like the smell of fresh pastries on a Sunday morning. It’s amazing how our parents’ quirks and passions can knead into our own lives, shaping our tastes and styles.

Take food, for instance. When it’s made with that simple, comforting touch, it’s like a warm hug from the inside. And Sunday drives after church, were not just about exploring the neighborhood; they’re about exploring possibilities, stirring up that innate curiosity we carry into adulthood.

My mom working at Michelin for 15 years and trips to Paris as a child was truly special, why wouldn't it with flaky, buttery pastries all around. It’s like each croissant was a lesson in culture, a little flake of knowledge about the world beyond which I treasured and stored in my memories.

And those Dr Martens from my dad, they weren’t just boots; they were a statement, a stride of confidence. It’s funny how something as simple as footwear can become a part of our identity, isn’t it? Those boots were more than just leather and laces; they were a passport to coolness, a tread of self-assurance that I’ve carried into the now.

Our ideas, philosophies, pleasures, and displeasures—they’re all part of this intricate recipe that starts simmering from the moment we’re born. Parents, environment, exposure—they’re the chefs in the early kitchen of our lives, adding a pinch of this, a dash of that, until we find our own flavour.

And my love for baked goods? That’s the sweet aftertaste of childhood, a blend of memories and experiences, all baked into the person I am today. So, here’s to the simple, the comforting, and the deliciously fashionable parts of life that make us who we are.

What's your favourite childhood food or fashion memory? Take a moment to reflect and smile! #childhoodmemories #foodandfashion #identity #culture #selfassurance