8 retro products evoking childhood memories from ‘80s and ‘90s are vividly presented by Despoina Polychroniadi, Editor-in-Chief of Redletter.gr.
The ‘80s and’ 90s exuded a scent of authenticity and became a source of inspiration for new, innovative and radical ideas, bringing with them an air of change. Those were the times when everything new clashed with the old, winking at the promising future.
Despoina Polychroniadi , born in 1983 in Athens, conveys the atmosphere of that unforgettable era by introducing us to 8 retro products that stood out and evoked favorite childhood memories.
On a walk in the city’s big supermarkets, you will get lost among the corridors. Not knowing what to buy first. You want to buy it all. But at the same time nothing at all. You spend money recklessly without meaning and substance.
However, who does not hit a home run for shopping therapy? Even at the supermarket. After all, for several months, has been our only ride.
You know what? Goods are fine.Your soul is glad to see them posing arrogantly on the shelves. But they are missing something, don’t you think? They lack of tradition. Greece’s flavors are missing emerging from all those products. This is what I feel I am deprived of now.
Ah! Where were those years when tomato paste smelled like tomatoes? When a brandy could sooth the in you.
When there were no whole-grain spaghetti and multi-grain bread! Even the products degenerated. Along with them, we did too.
I miss those fruit juices that my grandmother used to give me filled with the love of the whole world in them. Aunt Rena always served me ” submarine” (vanilla flavored dessert) in a cold glass of water.
She was resting it on colorful coasters decorated with a palette of sea colours and below the white crocheted tablecloth was proudly spread out, spending days and nights to finish it. Not a drop remained in the glass.
You poured that “old” olive oil into the food and neither spice nor broth needed to make it tastier. Only love and stirring .
Everything altered. The good old wine, the fresh butter, the almond flavoured sweet delights of the island, the cherry and the sour cherry dessert. Vegetables no longer taste the same. Maybe sometimes you can find them in small villages, away from the city’s chaos.
And then, along with the retsina, childhood memories spring up in your adult mind.
You forgot. You only care about tomorrow. But your cells have been drenched since yesterday. The very same yesterday that made you Human. With toys on the ground until late at night. Without fears, without worries, without fury. Purity of feelings like the egg from your hen.
Sweet memories like Chicago ice cream. Joys and laughter, with a lollipop in your hand, making your tongue sometimes blue and sometimes red.
And then the entire neighborhood together, mattress in the one and only bedroom, eating fried potatoes with feta. At that time, everything got a whiff of happiness.
I know I will never live like a child again. Nor will I be able to offer my children what I got in those years. I will not taste again what reminds me of the beautiful then, retro called nowadays. But I’m proud to have lived it. Blessed for what I tasted. And so I will go on. Only with love. You;
About the Author
Despoina Polychroniadi , was born in 1983 in Athens and she is a Radiology technician. Graduate of ATEI at Radiology and professor at IEK DELTA.
Editor-in-Chief, columnist and owner of the website www.redletter.gr.