For someone my memory was encapsulated in a banana and chocolate crêpe made by a young Canadian girl in York who loved Europe.
In the city of York this past week, a long lost friend ordered a banana and chocolate crêpe and experienced a Proustian Madeleine journey down memory lane. At the end of it was me, my 22 year-old self making waffles at the Belgian Food Company on Oxford Street.
I wondered of all the experiences we had shared, how had I become associated with a crêpe. Both forgotten to each other for the past 6 years as he became a husband and then a father and I had unconsciously practiced the art of forgetting our real chats and gchats, I combed gmail manually in search of remembrance when I came upon the Madeleine memory in my gchat. The actual memory had been 14 years old but the retelling had only been 7.
Friend: Tell me a story
in the movie
Where the wild things are
The mother has a bad evening and asks the boy to tell her a story
Me: Sorry my computer froze then I had to restart, etc
story what kind of story
Friend: I thought u signed out without saying bye again and I was sad
Me: the other times its because you hadn’t answered in like an hour
Friend: Yeah I guess
Tell me any story
A sweet story
I’m having a Sunday evening panic attack lol
Me: Panic attack
Friend: I often have emotional tsunamis on Sunday evenings
I’ve had them since I can remember
Me: Fictional or non-fictional story… now i can’t think of any
Friend: I feel like I didn’t accomplish enough this week and I have general feeling of fear and angst of starting a new week
Me: What were you suppose to accomplish, you mean at work
Well, remember how i used to work at the Belgian Food Company in London? making waffles
Friend: Oh yeah!!!! What about it?
Me: Well, three years ago this guy emails me, tracks me down from online articles I had written because he was trying to find someone who had worked at the Belgian Food Company and it was close to Valentine’s Day. He emails and says that he wants to know how to make waffles like the ones sold at the Belgium Food Company because those were his girlfriend’s favorite.
Friend: Wow lol
Me: But wait… the story gets better… essentially, they didn’t have alot of money to travel and had worked and saved but still couldn’t really eat out and i guess do anything luxurious while they were traveling so it turned out that the Belgian waffle was one of her favorite meals in London and he wanted to recreate the waffle and put an engagement ring in it to propose but he couldn’t get the waffle right and so he had tracked me down. Unfortunately, I had to tell that I didn’t actually make the waffles but that they were pre-made. I was however able to tell him the dough had chunks of sugar in them and that the trick was to have the dough at the right temperature.
And did he get it?
Me: I don.t know if he was ever able to make the waffle just right…
Me: Oh, he had been working on the recipe for like a few weeks before he contacted me.
Friend: Amazing that he actually hunted u down!