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| Sara, Tai, & Jen as girls in Cape Breton |
In my summer as a girl I'd stop to taste the tiniest droplet of sap from the blossom of the honeysuckle bush. There was no hurrying this process. First I'd inhale the smell from the bush and then pluck one blossom and pull it apart to expose its one fat droplet of juice which I'd then quickly taste before the tender petals fell away in my hands. Then another and another, until I was satisfied by its taste. Or I'd deeply breathe in the fragrance from my mother's roses, just for a moment. But the very best part of summer, that could perhaps only be equalled by my love for swimming outdoors, was to savour the ripeness and inexplicable delights of my favourite food that peaked in summer, fruit.
Peaches, early apples, nectarines, plums, apricots, grapes, pears, dates, figs, watermelon, canteloupe, honeydew melon, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, each fruit had its own unique shape, colour and taste. The one commonality all fruit shared was its sweet juice.
What is your favourite food? Can you still remember lingering over its taste?
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