Butterfinger BBs always reminds me of my mother.

She was a single mother; so on her days off she would pick me up from my grandmother’s and we would go to a convenience store and get snacks and sodas. (and for some reason she would get a pack of swishers, no ideas why she would want snacks with a cigarillo, especially since she would slice them open)

We’d go back to my uncle’s house she was renting a room from, hang out in her bedroom and watch The Simpsons, eat butterfingers, and play Mario World.

  • Wetstew@lemmy.worldOP
    11·
    10 months ago

    For a more bitter sweet memory. I love cinnamon shnappes. For some reason my brain really latched onto the time I got Dead Rising 2 for super cheap on the Xbox 360.

    My deeply unpleasant ex was on an overnight trip with her friends and I was at peace. Just alone with my cat, nursing on a glass of cinnamon shnappes and sprite, eating some pizza and listening to early youtube video essays.

    I was in the peak of my depression, and being around her made it worse. We loved each other and didn’t want to call it quits, but it desperately needed to happen.

    Sitting there alone, in that moment of peace. It reminded me that there are still simple joys in life.

  • corsicanguppy
    6·
    10 months ago

    Roasting nuts; the kind like you’d get from the nuts4nuts carts that moved downtown in the days after the WTC disaster and stayed there almost the whole time. You knew that ashen smell it was covering was something far worse, but now to this day I smell the roasting cashews and it takes me back.

  • Synnr@sopuli.xyz
    4·
    10 months ago

    Not a single food, ever. Nor smells, besides the smell of burning DMT as I rode past a row of plants on my bike.

    People always talk about how strongly scent and taste are linked to memory and I can never relate. Then again, I’ve never had a strong memory.