29/01/2013

 

A SMELL OF LIME AND APPLE CAKE

No ceramic today, sorry. But I have drunk my lime tea in style!

The taste was so pure, sweet and tender, that I was suddenly overwhelmed by impressions.

I had no 'madeleines' to dip one in my fragrant glass of lime tea, but a piece of apple cake has had the same impact on me as Marcel Proust has described in his novel In Search of Lost Time.
A short excerpt here:  
I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory - this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me it was me. I had ceased now to feel mediocre, contingent, mortal. Whence could it have come to me, this all-powerful joy? I sensed that it was connected with the taste of the tea and the cake, but that it infinitely transcended those savours, could, no, indeed, be of the same nature. Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it? 
 photo's: Iris Weichler

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