Tuesday, April 12, 2011

olfactory memories

Moments after peeling off the lid of the Tupperware container I am hit with the smell that transports me 3,000 miles.

No longer am I sitting in my Utah kitchen in workout gear.

A plumeria sits in my hair over my left ear. Rubbery brown flip flops adorn my feet. An airy summer dress swishes at my knees.
I am in Hawaii. I am at the Dole Plantation, the PCC or breakfast at the beach.

Fresh ripe pineapple.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

I love Hawaii! Hey, did you know the Farr ice cream store by the mall started selling Dole pineapple whip, same stuff they sell at the Dole plantation! Maybe that's a dangerous bit of information ;)