Years later, each time I took a bite, it brought back strong memories of that new church building. I don't remember eating any pickles at the church, I just remember the smell of the building. I swear that nothing traumatic involving pickles happened to me there to trigger the memory. My childhood memories at the church are fun.
I have not eaten any Vlasics post stroke because I don't like pickles any more, they actually make me nauseous now. The only pickley things that I can stand are cornichons and relish. But I'm fairly certain that if, today, I were to bite into a crunchy brined cucumber manufactured by Vlasic the taste would catapult me back to the late 70's which is the last time that I visited the church. When I've eaten other pickle brands that experience didn't happen. Strange right? The stranger thing is that I don't recall eating anything else that has ever had THAT affect on my senses.
In fact I also remember having conversations with soda drinkers who'd be loyal to the taste of either Coke or Pepsi. I did a taste test once and could not distinguish between the two soft drinks. Cola was cola to me. Although Mr. Pib, Dr. Pepper and Tab had very distinct flavors.
I guess this is why there is a profession called an ear nose and throat doctor. Someone to specialize in the connection between sinus/nasal passages. I've never been to an ear/nose/throat specialist. So I wonder if they study how taste-buds enter into the equation as well. I just left myself wide open to jokes hun?
"No Dale, that is why there is a profession called a psycho therapist. Because you're talkin' real crazy!"
So has this ever happened to you? I wonder...
[Disclaimer: This post is not intended to defame any of the manufacturers or their products in any way, I'm just telling a story. Photo #1 is courtesy of Google & #2 courtesy of www.veer.com]
