Yesterday morning, while doing some stuff at home, I heard a few car doors close outside, and caught myself feeling instantly happy - almost expecting something awesome to happen. That's when I realized that my reaction was just the result of years of classical conditioning as a child. Whenever I heard multiple car doors close, I knew that visitors had arrived - most of the time for a whole day of merriment - which usually included a braai (BBQ), playing with friends and swimming till after sunset.
The image that came to mind, was that of the house we lived in when I was in primary school. Weird how this conditioning continues, even though I've heard many car doors close after the age of 13 - most of them with gloomier connotations - weird people showing up at our door step, my sister's boyfriends coming to visit or the crazy lady down the street coming to chat to my mom about all kinds of crazy things.
Have you noticed any sounds (or songs) or even smells, that trigger a certain feeling or emotion in you?
Showing posts with label smell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smell. Show all posts
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Thursday, 14 May 2015
burning the chicken
I'm not much of a cook, but the one thing I'm quite proud of, is my chicken mayo sandwich. Over the weekend, after putting some chicken on the stove, I went downstairs for ten minutes. Mike and I started moving stuff around, and ten minutes turned into almost an hour.
Mike went outside to talk to our neighbor. He asked if we were cooking something. Mike didn't realize that the chicken was still on the stove, so he just told the neighbor that we were cooking something earlier. When Mike told me about their conversation, I shouted, "The chicken!!" and we both ran upstairs. The whole house was covered in black smoke. Five minutes after Mike had removed the pot from the stove, black smoke was still coming from it. The chicken was reduced to a black, sticky, tar-like substance. (So you CAN melt chicken!?) We both decided to just throw the pot out along with the crap in it.
Now, almost a week later, the smell has still not left the house. It's like we live in a crematorium. Except, on top of that nasal treat, you can still smell the raw chicken. Weird, because what was left in that pot, would never have passed as chicken. I have left all the windows open every day since that terrible event. I have cleaned the stove and the extractor fans. I have washed the walls. I've stuck things into my nostrils.
Chicken 1. House 0.
Mike went outside to talk to our neighbor. He asked if we were cooking something. Mike didn't realize that the chicken was still on the stove, so he just told the neighbor that we were cooking something earlier. When Mike told me about their conversation, I shouted, "The chicken!!" and we both ran upstairs. The whole house was covered in black smoke. Five minutes after Mike had removed the pot from the stove, black smoke was still coming from it. The chicken was reduced to a black, sticky, tar-like substance. (So you CAN melt chicken!?) We both decided to just throw the pot out along with the crap in it.
Now, almost a week later, the smell has still not left the house. It's like we live in a crematorium. Except, on top of that nasal treat, you can still smell the raw chicken. Weird, because what was left in that pot, would never have passed as chicken. I have left all the windows open every day since that terrible event. I have cleaned the stove and the extractor fans. I have washed the walls. I've stuck things into my nostrils.
Chicken 1. House 0.
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