I remember being eleven years old, visiting a classmate's house. I don't remember clearly what we did all day (except that they might have tried to force make-up on me - clearly a fool's errand), but I do remember the snow falling outside in big, fluffy handfulls, and the warm light in their kitchen.
But most of all, I remember the drop-dead
delicious homemade snickers her mother made for us. I've been craving them ever since, but I couldn't remember how they were made. My life was a desert empty of homegrown, stick-to-your-ribs snickers until I realised that we live in the information age, and everything I need to know, I can learn from Google.
A few minutes of googling later, I had my recipe, and was well on my way to making snickers.