As an adult, whenever I take a ferry across from mainland B.C. to Vancouver Island, a very familiar scent wafts across my nose. Oddly enough, it’s not the smell of the ocean, but rather a chlorine or other chemical type of aroma. I call it an aroma, but I use that word quite loosely. Where some might find these chemicals to be less aromatic – and more noxious – I find them quite agreeable.
This ferry-related smell, specifically (though I’m not sure which chemical combination produces it) reminds me of my grandparents’ farm, a place I haven’t visited for about 20 years. Though the farm is coincidentally located on Vancouver Island, the smell (I’m quite certain) isn’t related to childhood ferry rides. My grandparents had an indoor pool in their farmhouse, and though I remember little else of the time I spent visiting the farm, the scent of that pool remains. Even the countless years spent in chlorinated pools as a competitive swimmer haven’t somehow diluted the connection I feel when that particular scent hits my nose.
Maybe I should upgrade my statement made earlier: I don’t just find the scent agreeable – I absolutely love it. It takes me back to a happier time and a happier place, to a time before my grandma passed away and my grandfather’s enthusiasm for life was robbed by his suspected Alzheimer’s.
Do you have anything like that? A scent or a taste – some sort of sensation, or some sort of prompt – that instantly takes you back to another time? I hope you do. I think that for some, they may not even realize what it (whatever “it” may be, scent, taste, or otherwise) reminds us of, but it makes us feel warm inside all the same.
I think that sensation/memory connection is part of what inspired me to do this particular recipe. I had a pretty amazing Saturday this past week, and I guess I tried to replicate the only part I felt I could easily. That Saturday involved a delicious lunch with my better half, my best man and his bride, and their newborn baby. It also involved a scenic drive through the countryside, some redeemed Groupons for coffee-related drinks at The Wired Monk, Breathtaking Butter Chicken leftovers, and post-concert drinks with friends. Oh, also, before the post-concert drinks, there was obviously a concert – which we had front row tickets for!
So yeah, it was a totally awesome day that I couldn’t wait to reminisce about. So…I tried to recreate my lunch from that day, a delicious burger with a pretzel bun.
Notice the lack of “burger” in my title – that part didn’t go so well. I used a recipe (from the yeast-producing company that produced a beautiful-looking, juicy burger. Unfortunately, it was devoid of all flavour. As well, the buns were difficult to roll on my first attempt, and were more the size of slider buns than burger buns. ),
Thankfully, I took my lack of burger success as an excuse to make a second batch a day later. The second batch tasted just as good as the first, but were much more reasonable in size (think softballs instead of baseballs).
As I followed the recipe to a “t”, and I’ve once again taken more of your precious time than I’ve intended, let’s get to the photos that sadly seem to have regressed in quality since my last post.
Anyways, that’s my time for tonight. I’ll leave you with one picture to emphasize how comical my first attempt at making appropriately-sized and shaped pretzel buns was, and my best wishes for you: happy cooking!