Gloomy tales
phentermine who The soup also reminds me of my parents' house, which isn't the one I?grew up in, but nonetheless captures a chunk of my past. The image that comes to my mind is the dining area, at one corner of their open kitchen. This is where we always hang out when I visit. The shelves next to the old dark wooden dining table are stacked high with jars of snacks that I only ever have when I stay there: sugared pomelo skins, Turkish delights, little ring-shaped savoury cookies with sesame seeds, caramel and sesame brittle, salted peanuts.