Memories of childhood flavours
Savouring the childhood. Writing our memories with all senses. Guessing what is being cooked just by the smells, and feeling your mouth watering in anticipation. And the sage waiting for dough leavening at its own rhythm, for bread that, once it is ready, will crunch between our fingers because of the steam of the oven and other secrets.
In the meantime, at one side the children of the house play with wooden spoons as swords, and an old mortar. Between scattered trays and linen, between dough and pastry, the smoky bricks of the walls and the heat of the oven alleviate the cold of winter, or immerse us even more in the stifling heat of summer.
While laughing and dreaming of blue worlds, the air gets tinged with the flavour of vanilla and cinnamon announcing that it is time for cookies. And then, the little hands of the children on the cookies. One by one they are stacked carefully in the glass containers reserved for their storage or distribution.
This year, the European Day of Jewish Culture celebrates the memory. The grandparents, parents and children that we have been, come together in this space and contribute with pleasant tales and memories. Yesterday's life, that still persists and gives wings to history. Because to remember definitely means to live again.