Sweet Memories

With one bite of this stroopwafel, I am transported back to Amsterdam, when we wandered round that street food market and ate stroopwafels the size of dinner plates, filled with caramel and coated in sugar, and I savour the taste, wishing I could go back there, to the land of canals and cakes, and of that stroopwafel factory near the sea where we warched them transform from dough to wafel, and you held my hand as we walked round and tasted them all, and I smile as I eat mine now, as the sweet memories simmer on my tongue, happy