Smells of our past
|The homemade strawberry jam I made|
What triggers memories of your childhood?
Often it is smells that I associate with my past. The smell of cut or mowed grass reminds me of my dad mowing the lawn on a Saturday afternoon when I was young. I always think of my mum when I smell beetroot cook as that was something she did in summer. Sweetcorn is a wonderful reminder of sitting together as a family munching through a pile of freshly picked sweetcorn covered in butter - fighting to see who will get the last cob. Pavlov covered in strawberries and passion fruit has a wonderful aroma, pea and ham soup in the slower cooker in winter . . . I could go one forever.
My mum was a great cook and almost everything we ate, she cooked, so the smell of food often brings back memories of my childhood. Nothing more so than the smell of jam bubbling away in the pot. I cooked jam last Friday - a mixed berry jam and it reminded me of all the jars of jam that both my mum and dad use to make and how it made the house smell so delicious.
I feel sad for the many children of today who are not been brought up with the aromas of home cooked food. They don't know what jam smells like simmering in the pot, or the smell of bread baking, muffins cooking, freshly made biscuits (cookies) or a roast in the oven. These are smells that reminded us later in life of our childhoods.
Like my mother, I believe in home-cooked food and as a result my children have these wonderful smells tucked away in their memories and as a result they too love to create wonderful smells in their kitchens and I pray that they pass this onto their children.
Take-way food and pasta sauce from a jar just doesn't have the same smells as something that has been slow cooking for hours. They are great once every so often, but nothing replaces a home-cooked meal.