Certain tastes evoke childhood memories.
Yesterday, I found wonderful spinach at the farmers' market. My wife thought it looked dirty (duh, spinach is dirty) and did not want to buy it. I employed a rare veto and took it anyway. Good decision. Even she liked it, after I had cleaned it twice and she had steamed it.
My preferred manner of eating spinach is with a touch of white wine vinegar. I learned this from my father as child. There is no better way to enjoy spinach. My children like frozen spinach with cream sauce: I refuse to eat such abominations. Give me the old-fashioned taste of my childhood. Even in a foreign country, it is possible to relive old memories through the sense of taste. But, I'm sure the white wine vinegar from Italy is better than what I got as a kid.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.