Comments on: summer

By: G.guess

G.guess — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 04:20:59 +0000

Got across this question and thought for a while…since I grew up in countryside the smells of the fresh fruit, vegies and berries was so overpowered of the cooked ones…i guess the smell of fresh apples is the closest memories of the childhood and then the baked ones,simply dusted with sugar and fresh glass of milk is the biggest nostalgia of all!!!
As for the seasons.. Each brings out something for me…fall with apples and potato pancakes with warm honey…winter mostly cabbage soup…or fried bacon with freshly baked sweet and sour bread…spring with whipped up omlets simply covered in chives, first rhubarb carameled souce with sour cream jello and summer…cold vegie soups…berries fresh from bushes or whipped up with semolina- my favorite … Yes the neverending list….
Love your blog so much that I cook every week something from here! I am patiently lining up with people waiting for the cookbook…best luck with that and keep up bloging…you are one of tje best from all the bloggers out there! Love to all family

By: purpleobsessive

purpleobsessive — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 02:32:10 +0000

mine would be the smell of a fresh cut lemon. How you can feel the juice tingling at your finger tips and remember how good the finished product will be.(lemonade of course)

By: Casey

Casey — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 21:45:24 +0000

Mine’s the scent of butter and chocolate melting together. Smells like home as nothing else can.

By: Kate

Kate — Wed, 19 May 2010 16:28:59 +0000

I have a few… the smell of the earth on the first mild spring day, when everything begins to thaw.

The smell of a fireplace in the fall, especially when accompanied by a dry, crisp breeze and crinkling leaves.

And a food-related smell, also one that inspired one of my brother’s tattoos… the combination of cigarettes and bacon. (Similar to Kristina’s comment above, I suppose!) Cigarettes – gross, right? Except for the memories they recall. My paternal grandmother was a smoker, and everything she cooked, it seemed, involved bacon. No matter when we’d go over to their house, even if no bacon was being served, there was still a tinge of it in the air. Aside from holiday meals, we’d always have either “Mom-mom chili” (ground beef chili with kidney beans and bacon) or “Mom-mom meatloaf” (meatloaf topped with bacon). Throw in a bit of “18th century Chester County, PA home” smell, and you have childhood comfort and happiness, all over again. At least for me. :)

By: tannaz

tannaz — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 21:24:07 +0000

i just stumbled upon this post via the ’surprise me!’ link in the sidebar (i think i hit it about 20 times today.. ah, mondays). this is such a beautiful little piece of writing.

By: Eduardo

Eduardo — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 16:13:25 +0000

The tomatoes looks beautiful, but the more beautiful the less tasty.

By: Josey

Josey — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 15:47:34 +0000

Chocolate Chip Cookies. Enough said.

By: M

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 18:07:13 +0000

The smell of wet concrete after it rains for the first time in a really long time. It reminds me of my childhood, riding bikes til dark all summer long.

By: ann

ann — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 15:00:52 +0000

i’m a tomato sniffer too (that sounds sooo dirty). their aroma sends me into rhapsodies!
my happiness would be a sound/aroma combo, of my dad in the kitchen making me mickey mouse pancakes
that is my pure hapiness

By: Val

Val — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 16:43:42 +0000

Yesterday evening I went for a long walk.
A smell of fried chicken wafted through the air. I was walking
with my husband and recalled how this time of the year we used
to go camping with a lot of family. Everyone would bring a whole
fryer. They’d cut it up and have a big chicken fry.
Reminded me of the end of summer, thats when we’d go camping.
Perfect camp weather.