what is your madeleine?
Proust traveled back in time to his childhood on a journey that was fueled by the intense memories that surfaced after eating a small morsel of a madeleine. The scent and the taste brought him back to the time many decades before, when he would eat madeleines with his aunt. And the book, a 6 volume masterpiece, flowed on from there…
“…presently my aunt would dip a little madeleine in the boiling infusion, whose taste of dead leaves or faded blossom she so relished, and hand me a piece when it was sufficiently soft.”– marcel proust in “rememberance of things past”
“I raised to my lips a spoonful of the cake . . . a shudder ran through my whole body and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place.”marcel proust in “rememberance of things past”