Conditioned By Familiarity
Some of my earliest memories are simple, but they’ve stayed with me in ways that are hard to explain. I remember visiting my grandfather as a young boy and sitting on the living room floor with a plate of pineapple pound cake. I can still taste it. That distinct sweetness, moist and dense; something about it has always stuck with me. I’d play with my LEGOs, consumed in my own world, while my grandfather sat in his recliner