Pink, yellow, green.
Colored marshmallows are tonights snack.
The smell, color, taste, all bring back one of the few memories I have of my maternal grandmother. She died when I was four, so I have only two primary memories of her. One is that whenever we visited her, for a special treat she would give me a little tupperware cup filled with colored marshmallows. This was special, because we didn't get them at home. I would suck on each one, until it melted in my mouth. Each was a fruity sweet treasure, and Grandma was the smiling, hugging purveyor of this treat. I'm thankful to have such a tactile memory of her.