A cup of tea with a madeleine. The Proust connection ...
"And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray … when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Leonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane …. and the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and garden alike, from my cup of tea."
Excerpt from "In Search of Lost Time" - "Remembrance of Things Past" (French: À la recherche du temps perdu) by Marcel Proust
A cup of tea with a madeleine. The Proust connection ...
"And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray … when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Leonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane …. and the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and garden alike, from my cup of tea."
Excerpt from "In Search of Lost Time" - "Remembrance of Things Past" (French: À la recherche du temps perdu) by Marcel Proust