I’m in at work for another morning. 4.50am and we’re getting ready for a radio program that starts at 5.30.
This place smells like freshly ground coffee and raisin toast.
Don’t you love the smell of freshly ground coffee. I think there’s nothing better.
Isn’t it funny though how your tastes change over the years.
I grew up in a little farming town in Western Australia in the 60’s and 70’s. Now, back then there really wasn’t much real coffee around, particularly where I lived. But I do recall going to Perth on a number of occasions with my Mum. I can remember going to be big fresh food hall at David Jones in the city…I think it was David Jones, but the thing that sticks in my head the most is the smell of the freshly ground coffee. As a 8 year old, I thought it was quite possibly the foulest smell on the earth.
We do change through the years don’t we.
I can remember the freshly roasted cashew nuts. And Mum would always grab me a little bag as well.
Those distinctive smells of your childhood stay with you forever don’t they.
I can remember my days as a boy going along to the harness racing at York…I can remember spending a fair bit of time in the betting ring because, it was a different time and York really was the wild west. As a 10 year old, nobody cared if you had a bet on the tote…with the bookies….nobody cared.
I remember how much cigarette smoke there was in the betting ring. And the smell of the stale beer on the carpet in the bar at the trots.
What are the smells you can remember from your very young days.