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You can follow the discussion on This smell: of fresh vegetables being washed in a mist of water—it makes me feel the memory of visiting my grandfather Art Silva (we called him tata: a Yaqui word for “father”) at a Big Bear or Food Basket. He’s be there taking care of the produce department: crisp shirt and tie and an apron. My mother adored him, while smaller me saw how impressive he was, a professional in command of his domain and offering some perfect piece of fruit to try. Smell and memory is amazing. without having to leave a comment. Cool, huh? Just enter your email address in the form here below and you’re all set.