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Originally Posted by Charlatan
The other is the smell of dirty cigarettes in the garbage.
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Cigarettes and coffee grounds? That's what I remember from my grandmother's kitchen. From time to time I'll go in the smoker's breakroom and someone will have emptied ashtrays and coffee filters into the trash. Takes me back to when I was a little boy.
My other smell memory comes from a girl I used to date. She worked in a hamburger joint and I'd take her out to the sticks after she got off work in my old car. I can't walk by a greasy hamburger joint now without being reminded of her.
As far as food memories go though I can't seem to really remember any. I don't know if that comes from being a picky eater as a kid, there never being any special dishes that I can connect to an event or if it was because my family sucked at cooking. Well except for the cafeteria at school. That's no good memory there I can assure you.