This ongoing series looks at produce and snacks I associate with childhood—things that instantly bring me back, even when I’m far from home.

Living in a foreign city, I’ve come to notice how certain tastes carry a kind of comfort. A piece of fruit, a packaged snack, something small in a grocery store aisle—it all becomes a link to a different place, from memory and from home.

I started thinking about what it takes for these items to arrive here. The distances they travel, the systems that move them, the hands that pack and unpack them.