This little foray I am about to embark on only has meaning for those that, as children, had a good childhood and good food. If this is not the case for you then maybe this is not a blog for your senses.
If you have spent some time on our site you might have gotten the sense of where mine and Johnny's mind sets tend to harbor. Speaking for myself, I spend a good amount of time reaching back into my past and the stuff I ate growing up. We have all heard that smell is a powerful sense which can trigger certain events of the past. This is very true and it has happened to me as it most likely has happened to you. Combine (or not) this sense with taste and you get, in my case, a trip back in time when the world as seen by a child was simple and uncluttered with unnecessary baggage. As one gets older we tend to shed the thought processes and visions of you and take on and embrace the adult world as the "way life really is". Who and when the definition of being an adult and how the world should run came about or set in stone is beyond me. However, as I see it, somebody screwed up somewhere and nobody came along to fix it.
Anyway, all that said, the sense of taste and smell provides me (and others) an escapist opportunity to relive ones youth and, at least for a moment, cast away the woes of our adult world. I enjoy many foods and new creations but nothing can compare to a remembrance and rebirth of a food from one's youth. Once I create these foods and eat them those fond memories come back and a certain degree of satisfaction and "all is well with the world" thoughts momentarily transport me to a better place. This strange phenomena of senses may all be in my head but the good food and simple past are very real and the ability to begin the transportation at any time is right at my finger tips. Time for a pot of slumgullion, the pheasant under glass can wait!