Around the corner from Proust’s madeleine
The ultimate nursery food is beef tea; I have not had it since I was a child, and although I could easily have brewed myself a batch, I never have yet. I am afraid that my childhood will overwhelm me with the first sip or that I will be compelled to sit down at once and write a novel in many volumes. I am not afraid it will not be as delicious as I remember it. It will. Now that I have a child of my own I know the day is coming when I will make beef tea for her, and I am certainly not above insisting that she share it with her mother.
And so for day 2894