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A magical vibration of memories envelope me as I saunter through the Saturday Farmer's Market. The smell of smoked meats time travels me back to being a kid. My Dad served in the navy where we lived at a port near the ocean. On rare occasions my Dad borrowed a car, driving the family to the oceanside where we walked 'n' gathered 'n' licked the salty waters from our fingers and shook sand from our hair for days to follow.

Cruising along the ocean road we visited an old farm with a smoking chimney. It was through these doors my first smell of smoked meats tickled my senses - I was in *Love. The floors were dirt & straw and upon every visit I was charmed to find a young kitten or two scampering about. The man himself adorned in toque 'n' overalls 'n' wellies offered up smiles while sharing his smoked flavours with all.

It's Saturday!!!... off to tickle my senses at the Market.

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  • Luke Everett

    Luke Everett gave props (21 Mar 2010):

    Very nice essay....well done!! my vote

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