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The taste of childhood is not just food, it's a tenderness that never gets old ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ›
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I have my favorite memory: morning, grandma, warm hands, and the smell of freshly toasted bread.
I was five. I sat on a stool with my feet in the air, waiting for the butter to melt and the jam to warm up a little…
And here it is — the first piece, sweet, soft, sincere.
Now I sometimes cook the same way. Not for someone. For myself. To remember how small I am inside ๐Ÿ’•
These taste moments are not about recipes. They are about warmth. About hands that cared. About a home that remained in the heart ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซถ
And when I someday cook something like this for someone special, I will say: "This is not just breakfast. This is a part of me." ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ’—

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