(a scrumptious room-service brekkie in Victoria)
and how many specific ones do I recall? Certainly there are sense memories like the smell of toast, especially burnt toast. And the sound of kettles boiling and toast popping, fridges opening and closing.
If I try, without effort, to recall a specific trip breakfast like the one in Golden a few years back, I can recall the way everything looked on my plate: the bacon, the toast, the eggs, and maybe a garnish.
But others, no. Maybe the experience of a 5-year-old opening a small box of Frosted Flakes to eat out of the box, trying not to spill the milk over the edges.
Specific memories? Few.
Sense impressions? Long layered from many experiences. Who does not remember the smell of fresh coffee and just-popped toast?