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what sounds or smells remind you of happy memories?
what sounds or smells remind you of happy memories?
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the smell of fresh tortillas reminds me of the neighborhood that my family’s home stands, the factory was next door and the air was always full of the fresh scent of maiz.
Coffee reminds me of my abuelita, who drank it all day long. It was always brewed on the stove, so the house smelled like breakfast all day long.
and the wonderful smells of food cooking. . .I wish I was nearby so you and I could sit face to face and I could look at your gorgeous smile while we share some coffee and and good food together. Ahh well, maybe someday soon.
Love you my son
Shirl
hi shirl, just read your comments in the thread up top and stopped in over at Village Blue. It would be a delight to share some space and a meal with you again someday.
BTW: If you ever do get together, you will let me know! I want to be there too!!! Hugs to you both. :>)
you know it! hugs back
The smells of freshly baked bread as my mother took it out of the oven. The smells of coffee and food cooked over a campfire. . .ah, the best memories of all.
Really music and food have such wonderful memories attached, don’t they?
Hugs
Shirl
Fresh baked bread, especially oatmeal bread, makes me think of my grandmother and the wonderful things she would cook for us on her rare visits.
I’ve been lurking at BT for awhile. I’ve become much more interested in the site recently because of some of the stories on Israel, Iran and AIPAC here that I haven’t been able to find by frontpagers on other group blogs.
hi RustyPipes, glad you stopped in to the cafe/lounge. Have you ever tried making bread? I haven’t, but have become more adventurous in the kitchen as of late and maybe will give it a try soon.
Any topic is open game here, especially when a viewpoint can be debated in a civil way with information given to allow readers to check out sources for themselves. One of the great things about this place, in my humble opinion.
Hi, Man.. There’s an easy recipe for Goan Bread in Indian Cooking by Madhur Jaffrey that’s advertised in the sidebar. Only 5 ingredients, yeast, water, sugar, flour & salt – (no messing around with scalding milk). I make it fairly frequently to go with curry and it has turned out every time.
yum, now I’m hungry. Again.
I just realized that the book I have is Flavors of India by the same author. The Goan Bread (or Poee) recipe is on page 128. There’s a very similar recipe on line at http://www.plantcultures.org/activities/goan_bread.html
My favorite on-line source for Indian recipes is Cuisine-Cusine at http://www.cuisinecuisine.com/IndianRecipeBox.htm
The Murgh Masalam recipe is wonderful – I’ve made it with chicken, lamb, pork & beef and it turns out great every time.
I just got sucked into the vortex of those links, thanks Denim Blue! I have been experimenting a lot in the kitchen lately, and have my eye on a few of those recipes.
But first, this weekend I’m tackling mole poblano. mmmmmm
Great Googly Moogly Manny! After making that you should get some kind of chef’s medal.
I’ll settle for a stomach ache from eating to much of it, assuming that it turns out with an authentic taste. I went shopping last night at two different markets – one mexican, the other asian – just to compile ingredients.
Saturday is the big day.
I just have to say that almost everything else in that cookbook is fantastic too…
And that I really need to update the books again.
Bread’s easy, especially if you have a bread machine. Drop in the ingredients in the proper order and let it do its magic.
But even if you don’t use a bread machine it isn’t that hard. Do what I did and find a good recipe for French or Italian bread. The one I used to use and need to dig up uses only flour, sugar, salt, yeast, a little shortening and warm water (plus a little cornmeal to sprinkle on the baking sheet). You don’t even need bread pans — just shape the bread into long loaves or rounds. Serve it warm with butter and it’s guaranteed to ruin any diet.
Hello all and welcome rangeragainstwar.
I’d have to go with what everyone else is saying. Food, especially my Grandmother’s cooking. Anything she cooked was always good.
Now sounds are different. Sometimes I’ll hear a song on the radio, and it will transport me back to a time and place. It’s very fleeting, but it’s always is nice.
Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” always transports me back to the melancholy days of adolescence and high school.
BBQ of any sort reminds me of my favorite days hanging out in backyards or woods with friends.
The smell of ozone just before it rains reminds me of those hot muggy New York summers when the afternoon thunderstorm would be a welcome relief.
Summer rain on hot concrete. That was the first smell that came to mind. I’ve always loved that smell.
Lazy summers waiting for the bookmobile. The brief relief from the heat, tempered with the dread of the overpowering heat and humidity to follow as soon as the rain stops.
Floyd’s Animals alum does that high school flashback thing for me…
This is really weird, but when I lived in CA and was dreaming about coming back east, I was actually dreaming about the damp smell of spring mud and rains back home. I finally had to pack up and drive home for the real thing.
The smell of cranberry chutney cooking on the stove is a definite “cozy feeling of late fall/winter” thing for me.
For me it’s a hodgepodge of songs that came out in 1972. Looking Glass’ “Brandy,” Nilssen’s “Without You,” even complete dreck like the Jimmy Castor Bunch’s “Troglodyte.”
Oh yeah, and the eponymous album by Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose. I don’t know why that particular album more than any other.
Among their many virtues as a breed, Newfoundlands actually smell very good. I miss the smell of my Newf. He was a great pillow.
The smell of pizza reminds me of the many happy times eating, umm, pizza. Sorry, that’s all I’ve got. Color me uncreative this week but I’m still suffering the aftereffects of my huge dental filling yesterday. It was like the size of a minivan, or so it seemed.
There’s a certain citrus-scented perfume that girls used to wear back in the early 70s. Especially this one girl with a round face, John Lennon glasses, bangs to set them off and the questionable sense to be my first date. They must still sell it, because every so often I’ll catch a whiff of it or something like it and think of Terry and wonder what she’s done with her life.
But that perfume takes second place to the smell of warm Bakelite. Don’t laugh; for about four years, from Christmas 1963 to the day it finally gave up and wouldn’t play any more (I never did figure out why) my favorite possession was a yellow five-tube table radio my parents gave me. I spent many hours listening to broadcasts from exotic locales like San Francisco (KGO) and Denver (KOA) and Salt Lake (KSL) and Calgary (CBR) and Des Moines (WOI), places on a map that came alive when I tuned in their stations.
Isaac Asimov once wrote that when he would go visit editor John Campbell in his office at Astounding Science Fiction, he would pass through a room containing stacks of huge rolls of newsprint, and even as an adult the smell of newsprint could make him cry. I don’t cry — much — but I can close my eyes and remember the smell of that radio and I’m nine years old again, alone in the dark with the voices in the night.
Fact is I think I’ll go over to eBay and see if I can find one of those old five-tube radios. I don’t even care if it plays as long as it heats up. I’ll put it on my nightstand and let it glow while I listen to streaming audio over the Internet.