Time Travel - Taste
Die Eisdiele – one of the delights of Germany. Ice cream parlors. They are everywhere. And rain or shine, they have business in this ice cream-loving nation. Or so it seems. Well, it was at an Eisdiele that I once travelled through time. We stood there, trying to decide what flavor we wanted – forever an enormous challenge. I tasted several and chose passionfruit. After a few licks, “We had a passionfruit tree just outside our house in Zambia.” The words came out before I really thought them. “Every once in a while, we heard a loud bang on the tin roof of our front porch and would know that one of the little hard-shelled fruits had shaken loose and fallen to the ground.” They streamed from somewhere deep inside me. I was there. “I’d go out to look for the newly-fallen fruit. More often than not, my neighbor found it first. She had a tin roof, too. It was connected to ours.” I was then. It was a kind of friendly competition that I didn’t mind losing. My neighbor made d...