That made me smile, as I have had a similar experience with certain baked goods from my childhood back in Denmark. It puzzled me, in a way, until I finally came to realize that what had changed was me, not the food. I was still remembering and tasting it through the eyes of a nine-year old boy...

Thank you millions for making sense of it.
My husband didn’t quite agree with me—he just said, “Nah, it’s the same taste…”
But now I understand...

Thank you for coming along with me on this little memory-lane kind of journey.