Some foods mean so much more than just what they are. I occasionally buy sour cherries because of childhood memories. My mother immigrated to Canada as a child. In those days people tried to fit in, to assimilate. They changed their names to sound more Canadian and only spoke their mother tongue at home. But food was one thing they hung on to from their homelands. Although my grandparents died when I was very young (by the time I was five), I still have a vivid memory of sitting in their kitchen and eating sour cherries.
I bought these and will probably leave them on the pantry shelf for a while, just to catch a glimpse of them when I open the pantry door and have those early memories play on my mind. Once opened, I will savour the taste as it conjures up people long gone from my life. Taste and smells are powerful reminders of past experiences.