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I work with a creative person who has loaned me a creative book--Caffeine for the Creative Mind by Stefan Mumaw and Wendy Lee Oldfield. This book is filled with exercises to encourage creative thinking. It suggests things as odd as designing a protective helmet for a lady having tea or drawing a house using only dissected circles to simpler tasks like writing a haiku about your boss or coming up with the perfect vanity license plate for a nun.

One of the assignments related to smell explains that the average human being can recognize 10,000 different odors and can recall them with a 65% accuracy rate after an entire year, far more accurate than our ability to remember sights. The task is to list twenty things that smell great when they are cooking, based on memory. Here is my list:

1. Fried chicken
2. Fried okra
3. Corn bread
4. Strawberry jam
5. Onions
6. Roast turkey
7. Sage stuffing
8. Apple butter
9. Roast duck
10. Steak on the grill
11. Ribs on the grill
12. Sauteed shrimp
13. Chocolate chip cookies
14. Cranberry chutney
15. Wheat bread
16. Chicken soup
17. Lamb stew with marjoram
18. Chocolate souffle
19. Stuffed pizza
20. Mulled cider

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
Those are all divine smells. I'll add roasted veggies with rosemary, garlic, and salt. Mmm...
Gina said…
Garlic!

And banana bread.
dive said…
I can't answer this one Robyn.
Being anosmic sucks.
Scout said…
Dive, I was hoping you could do it from memory.
dive said…
Hee hee. That's the only way I'll ever do it I'm afraid, Robyn …
Sigh …
Oh, you mean smell?
Terroni said…
New babies after their first bath. My favorite smell.

(Oh, maybe I should clarify, I'm not suggesting that we should cook them. Let the record show that I am against cooking them.)

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