Quote: Hercules Grytpype Thynne @ 11th December 2015, 11:26 PM GMTWe are kindred spirits.
The thing I recall about Food Technology at school was two (nasty bitchy) girls in my class literally scraping brandy snaps off of rusty baking trays.
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So, now they call it 'food technology', not 'domestic science', 'homecraft', ' home economics'. I'd sack the lot of these teachers - crabbit bitches who teach kids f**k all. Waste of public money.
Apart from that, this thread reminds me of the taste thing with Proust and the Petit Madeleines.
I thought it was Cookery. Along with Witchery.
Quote: keewik @ 12th December 2015, 9:31 PM GMTSo, now they call it 'food technology', not 'domestic science', 'homecraft', ' home economics'. I'd sack the lot of these teachers - crabbit bitches who teach kids f**k all. Waste of public money.
Apart from that, this thread reminds me of the taste thing with Proust and the Petit Madeleines.
They did back in the late 80s/early 90s. Nowadays they probably create meals using frozen nitrogen and quorn.
Quote: reds @ 11th December 2015, 2:15 PM GMTI was just reading about smells and how it can induce memories. It got me thinking on some of the times I think this has happened to me.
When I was little I had been hospital. I was discharged and my Mum and me went to stay with a friend. In the middle of the night I got really sick and had to be taken to the Emergency department. The friend we were staying with wore a particular perfume. Over 20 years later, I'm not sure what brand of Perfume it was. However sometimes I walk past someone in the street and smell a bit of it. It is not an unpleasant smell as such but I hate it. I think because it reminds of hospital.
Anyone else have similar experience or am I just a freak?
A very interesting subject, one of my psychology assignments was about associations.
When I came round from an operation my Mother leaned over me and kissed me. She was eating Polos. I puked a lot and can't stand the smell of Polos or certain types of mint.
I try to avoid crayons because when I was pregnant I had a craving for them and I still fancy them now and then.
Pastel or Wax? Wax crayons are another childhood memory smell for me.
Quote: Hercules Grytpype Thynne @ 14th December 2015, 11:09 PM GMTPastel or Wax? Wax crayons are another childhood memory smell for me.
Wax. Mmm, I could eat one right now.
What colour?
I suspect purple would be the most tasty.
Quote: Hercules Grytpype Thynne @ 14th December 2015, 11:20 PM GMTWhat colour?
They all taste the same as far as I can remember. I also had a craving to eat damp woodland earth because the smell is delicious but I did manage to stop myself.
I suspect purple would be the most tasty.
Yes, purple wrapped chocolates in the tins are usually the best I find.
Quote: Loopey @ 14th December 2015, 11:24 PM GMTThey all taste the same as far as I can remember. I also had a craving to eat damp woodland earth because the smell is delicious but I did manage to stop myself.
Are you a wild boar? Are you good at finding truffles - we could make a fortune.
Quote: Hercules Grytpype Thynne @ 14th December 2015, 11:28 PM GMTI suspect purple would be the most tasty.
Yes, purple wrapped chocolates in the tins are usually the best I find.
Are you a wild boar? Are you good at finding truffles - we could make a fortune.
We? I'll keep my fortune to myself thank you very much. Although I could do with someone to fight off the other boar, it gets a bit messy sometimes. How are your boar fighting skills?
60/40 in my favour on our truffle deal and I'll tell you. 
That is certainly true. Just a few weeks ago, the smell of burning meat reminded me of the roast I left in the oven!
Quote: zooo @ 14th December 2015, 11:23 PM GMTI suspect purple would be the most tasty.
If you eat purple or paint your front door purple you get schizophrenia. It's the combination of the red and the blue. They should always be separated out and oppositional. Luckily, I don't officially have schizophrenia having cannily told the medical authorities to diagnose me while simultaneously saying it was all their fault. Consequently, they never did. But when I was young I used to close my eyes and wait to see what colour I was seeing in my head. Generally it was random and in spots and swirls. Then I used to bring whatever colour it was towards me with the power of my mind. It led to long term problems with my visual cortex but I also became music rather than flesh and blood which has its pluses and its minuses. Smells. Ah yes, that was my lovely Nan - bottles of Guinness, tubs of cockles and winkles and the smell of the plastic cover on her bible.