Memories of Maliny

I had forgotten the flavor of weak Polish sun in delicate fruit. The flavor of sitting on the kitchen counter with my sister when we were both home from school for break, polishing off a plastic container of the Driscoll’s kind between the two of us.

So when one of my research team members brought me a jar of homemade raspberry preserves from Patagonia, simply labeled FRAMBUESA, I couldn’t stop myself from eating it by the spoonful, and remembering.

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2 thoughts on “Memories of Maliny

  1. Maybe some day you will have a chance to eat them again, straight from Cytrusek, and therefore straight from a bush near Opole…

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