Tonight for dinner we had a Danish dish (Frikadeller) for dinner. My mum has been dead 10 years and yet when I sat down on the sofa I thought to myself. "Oh I will call mum and tell her we had Frikadeller ". I do not recall the last time I thought to "call" her as 10 years is a long time, Also we didn't have the easiest of relationships though I know she loved her children.
However. Taste and smells brings memories so strongly I find. Anyone else?