Today was one of the rare occasions where I got to eat roasted rabbit. We were invited to have lunch with my parents and my mother made roasted rabbit, red cabbage and pretzel dumplings.

Delicious as it was, it reminded me of my childhood when my grandmother would make the exact same dish during Easter holidays. Although it must have been nearly 25 years ago, the memories are vividly imprinted in my memory.

It fascinates me how we can memorise things like smells and tastes over the quarter of a century. Our brain is truly unique that way, as there is no other way to preserve memories like this. Sure, we can write things down and try to describe tastes and smells as best as we can. But still, reading about it can never provide the same vibrant and tasty sensation that comes to mind when I think about my grandmothers roasted rabbit. That’s what I learnt today.