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Artarmon tuck shop had a wood fired pie oven. Mums roast lamb and mint sauce. 4711 was mums favourite butNobody has smells that bring back memories of growing up? Bread being baked?
Yes I can remember that smell. Amazing that I also caused it when I smoked including those smelly pipes.Ha ha for me it's stale cigarette/cigar/pipe smoke! I grew up with my grandparents owning a pub.. I remember always being sat on a stool in the corner of the bar whilst it was open and then cleaning tables and emptying ashtrays when it was shut I reckon I would have been about 5 or 6.
And the peanuts in little dishes on the bar..Yes I can remember that smell. Amazing that I also caused it when I smoked including those smelly pipes.
Hard to believe now!
The bars in Asia have little fried whitebait ,Ikan Bilis in Malay,in there as well.And the peanuts in little dishes on the bar..
Without detracting too much from the topic, do you think that experience of working (paid or unpaid) did you a world of good or at least no damage?Ha ha for me it's stale cigarette/cigar/pipe smoke! I grew up with my grandparents owning a pub.. I remember always being sat on a stool in the corner of the bar whilst it was open and then cleaning tables and emptying ashtrays when it was shut I reckon I would have been about 5 or 6.
I think all of us, especially after our mothers go, will say we miss our mother's smell and warmth. There's something about our mothers. No matter how old we get, when they go, that's one of the things we'll miss.
My beautiful German shepherd after his bath.The smell of playdoh takes me back!
Absolutely, I loved helping my grandma cleaning up the pub and wiping the tables and emptying the ashtrays. I had a paper round at 12 that wasn't fun, when it snowed I crashed my bike and broke a finger haha and then I was a waitress at 14... I don't think I've ever not worked my entire life. I've always been taught work ethic and being around people working hard. I did get rewarded from my grandparents they would take me to tenerife or Cyprus every so often I was the fave grandchildWithout detracting too much from the topic, do you think that experience of working (paid or unpaid) did you a world of good or at least no damage?
Your memories sound so wholesome and sweet! Grandparents truly are the best! I used to spend a lot of time with mine until they both passed away. I miss them both terribly. Is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of themAbsolutely, I loved helping my grandma cleaning up the pub and wiping the tables and emptying the ashtrays. I had a paper round at 12 that wasn't fun, when it snowed I crashed my bike and broke a finger haha and then I was a waitress at 14... I don't think I've ever not worked my entire life. I've always been taught work ethic and being around people working hard. I did get rewarded from my grandparents they would take me to tenerife or Cyprus every so often I was the fave grandchild
Oh this is so beautiful! Dogs truly are the best!My beautiful German shepherd after his bath.
As I mentioned yesterday my mums lamb roast cooked in a wood oven during a perth summer! Thats love!What about the divine smell of a Sunday roast. Until you become a mother and slave away over a gas or charcoal/wood fire oven, you've no idea. Especially during Christmas.
But the smell gets many people back to their childhood. I think it's a sin to buy a cooked chook from the supermarket to replace it.
They used to add bicarbonate of soda. I’m not sure why but I think it made the veges less green!!more palatable.I too used to live with my grandmother, who was the most amaZing cake maker.
However sadly that was the only thing she could cook, everything else went in a pot of water and was cooked on the stove top of an old wood fired oven for hours.
To this day the smell of cabage cooking turns my stomach !
everything my dear gandmother cooked ended up grey!They used to add bicarbonate of soda. I’m not sure why but I think it made the veges less green!!more palatable.