Yesterday as I walked past a little cafe I caught the aroma of french fries, or as we call them here in South Africa, chips. Nothing smells like frying chips. I stopped and savoured the smell. I couldn’t help but think that in this fast and changing world with our constant need to adapt and learn, some things just don’t change. The smell of frying chips is the same today as it was in the sixties, the seventies, the eighties and right in to the twenty first century.
Who knows what life and the world may look like in a hundred years from now, but I bet you this, the aroma of frying chips will still be the same. I don’t know about you, but I take a strange sense of comfort from that. Not sure why, but I do.