Back when I lived in Sydney, Mum and I occasionally went to the local shopping mall. We’d drive to Roselands, wander around for a bit, and pick up groceries before heading home.

Between wandering and groceries, we always stopped for tea and raisin toast.

If I remember correctly, it cost each of us about $4, and we often commented how you could buy a whole loaf of raisin bread for that price. But, of course, that wasn’t the point.

For various reasons, Mum and I didn’t spend a lot of time together. So, this little “tradition” – as it became – was quite the treat. Now that Mum’s gone, I have fond memories of those times, and wish we had gone shopping more often than we did.

Strangely, I haven’t found a decent serving of raisin toast anywhere in Winnipeg, until last week when I bought a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread at the local Superstore. The taste brought back strong memories. And the price? A shade under $4. At least some things never change.

As of this week, I’ve started a new tradition – recreating those days of tea and raisin toast whenever I think of my mum. Looks like I’ll have to stock up with a few more loaves. Thanks, Mum.