Food memories

I wonder if one still loves the same things as a grown up as one once did as a child, especially in terms of food.

My fondest food memory as a child is one of eating a cucumber tomato sandwich paired with an orange fizzy drink probably 'goldspot'.
And I always had it when I went to my dad's office. He'd always call for these sandwiches and it'd come in a ceramic plate alongside a glowing bottle of carbonated sweet orange soda with a plastic straw bobbing about most carefree.

That sandwich, of which I ate only one triangle was huge. I'd had to hold it in both hands or maybe that I was such a child that my hands indeed were tiny.
That's probably from when I was 6-7 years old, no more than that.

Sitting on a revolving chair, propped up on three cushions leaning on the vast glass table I sat chowing down on what I thought was the pinnacle of culinary delight with crunchy cucumbers, juicy tomatoes, spread with thin layer of spread of some kind and salt and pepper sandwiched between soft buttery pieces of white bread, all washed down with the carbonated indulgence of tangy sweet orange.
Oh how delicious it was.
Maybe I'd give this combo another go one of these days, recreating the same moment and memories and of course that most delicious taste that I thought was oh so posh.

Maybe I'll buy a Fanta this weekend and go ahead with this little experiment.