Mash Potatoes and L´Aimant Only in My House.

Daily Prompt: The Transporter

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

Many things take me back to my childhood, before my teens things were pretty idyllic, There are intrinsic things in my personality, little sayings that just slip out when I least expect them and I remind myself of my grandmother or father.

Music that reminds me of childhood is ABBA and Tina Turner I would dance and parade around in oversized dresses and shoes and paint my face like a clown.

Taste is mashed potatoes and cottage pie as grandma taught me to make  or roast beef sandwiches like Auntie taught me and baby lettuces.

Smell is YSL Paris perfume my mum and most of the women in my family wear it, except grandma, who liked to be different and wore L’Aimant.

Daily I am reminded of my childhood and I am so grateful for that. That I didn’t become so jaded from my adulthood


10 thoughts on “Mash Potatoes and L´Aimant Only in My House.

  1. My first kiss was accompanied by ‘Dancing Queen’ on a record player at my friends house and the Girl, Angela, later told me she didn’t want to be my girlfriend anymore at a school Disco where ‘Knowing Me Knowing You’ was playing.I have mixed feelings about Abba 😉


  2. Hi Natalie: I too had a idyllic childhood…so many memories: the smell of my Nanna’s beef brisket or cabbage rools & her cookies & sweet egg noodle pudding (kugel).
    After the rain smell anywhere I was has always been a comfort….
    When I smell Avon Skin-So-Soft I think of my Mother ( a sad relationship).
    Lily of the Valley reminds me of my dear Aunt Katie who committed suicide back in the 70’s when she was only 61….some bittersweet smells/memories!!!
    Fresh shortbread reminds me of my Step Grandma & Aunt Alice who used to cook & bake up a storm for Christmas even tho we were Jewish…..
    Old Spice reminds me of my darling Father….such a clean & crisp smell….& when I see rolls of pep-O-Mint Lifesavers I think of my Father again..he always had a pak in his pocket….
    Oh & if I am talking to a man who is jingling his change in his pocket it takes me back to my Father again; he would do that al the time; an unconcious behaviour….as he was a Holocaust survivor I think the sound of jingling change in his pocket was a kind of security for him…….so many lovely & poignant memories….thank you for letting me share them with you. Sherri-Ellen xo


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