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I can certainly relate. I remember when I was a child my grandmother had raspberry bushes in her backyard. Whenever we'd visit I'd eat my fill of fresh berries right off the bushes. They were so delicious!! To this day every raspberry I eat takes me back to my grandmother's backyard, yet at the same time, they also disappoint me slightly as they don't quite measure up to my memory of how they tasted when I ate them at my grandma's. I believe there's more to it than simply the taste, at least in my case. The taste sparks a memory of a time and place that I know I can never return to. And while I still enjoy raspberries, they can never be the same for me as they were when I was a child.
 
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Yup. For me it was early Summertime, near Lake Erie in Huron Ohio, Maybe 40 years ago.
I love peaches. For years we would harvest and process 50-150 pounds per year from our 2 trees. Then one day I suffer anaphylaxis after eating a bite , fresh from the tree. I had already showed allergic reactions to almonds, so it shouldn't have been a surprise I'd become allergic to peaches.
 
I can certainly relate. I remember when I was a child my grandmother had raspberry bushes in her backyard. Whenever we'd visit I'd eat my fill of fresh berries right off the bushes. They were so delicious!! To this day every raspberry I eat takes me back to my grandmother's backyard, yet at the same time, they also disappoint me slightly as they don't quite measure up to my memory of how they tasted when I ate them at my grandma's. I believe there's more to it than simply the taste, at least in my case. The taste sparks a memory of a time and place that I know I can never return to. And while I still enjoy raspberries, they can never be the same for me as they were when I was a child.
With my grandparents it was muscadines and scuppernongs. They had an arbor that was completely covered with the vines. We would climb underneath, eat all we could handle, and pick as many as our shirt tails would hold. My grandmother made preserves with them and my dad made wine. Muscadines grow wild around here and I scope out the vines to return in September. That muscadine flavor is unique and can flip you right back to 8 years old for an instant.
 
What the heck is that on the far left of the bottom string?

Brew on :mug:
i believe you are referring to this thing:
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its a female condom. . they were giving them out along with the male condoms. at the hospital i work at. one of the nurses grabbed one opened the package. unrolled it and said " this would fall right out of my $hit" - true story.
 

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