I have two very distinct food memories, and as it appears with most memories of this type - it brings me back to my childhood.

The first is about a piece of toast. Not just any piece of toast, but it was a cinnamon bread that was made by the now defunct Bonds Bread Bakery in New York. When I was young we had a milkman who would deliver milk, bread and other staples. My mother would always order a loaf as a treat. The bread had swirls of what I guess was brown sugar cinnamon - sort of like the crumbs you find on crumbcake but it was swirled in the bread instead of on top. My mother would toast a piece and spread some butter on it for me. I can still taste it, and the memory brings me back to our family kitchen - sitting at the old 1950's style chrome table and watching my mother working in the kitchen. I have spent years trying to find a recipe but nothing comes close.

The other memory takes me back to the 1964 NY World's Fair. There was a restaurant that made a pizza that had such a distinct taste.   I am not 100% sure of what spice they used in their sauce, but I think it may have anise.   I've tried to recreate it, but it doesn;t come close.   Again, I can close my eyes and remember that amazing fair and seeing all the sights with my parents. The taste of that pizza haunts me.   Oh for just one more slice...

The other memory