My grandmother would start making her meat sauce at 7 in the morning on Sunday, and within five or six hours, that smell would be all through the house.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Then my uncle would give off the smell of freshly baked bread which I love.
The smells of slow cooking spread around the house and impart a unique warmth matched only by the flavour of the food.
When I lived summers at my grandparents' farm, haying with my grandfather from 1938 to 1945, my dear grandmother Kate cooked abominably. For noon dinners, we might eat three days of fricasseed chicken from a setting hen that had boiled twelve hours.
Some days I'll cook, and then some days my wife will cook. For me, obviously on Sundays a lot of times we do the sauce and the meatballs and pasta, the whole thing.
Smell is so powerful, you know. My grannies would both bake things like shortbreads and cookies. I think whenever I smell those kinds of things it really takes me back to my childhood.
My aunt and uncle would come over when my mom was making this, or we would go over there when they were making that. That's what food is.
When you have children, your house smells very unpleasant all the time.
My general rule is that if everyone knew how to cook fresh produce from their local area, and Monday to Thursday within 20 minutes, you know, there's millions of recipes out there to be had.
If your kitchen smells good, your food lost something.
Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.