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Ramble of the Day
I ate some pasta yesterday and I thought it was nice. As tasty as it was, though, there may have been something I liked more about the pasta.
Allow me to explain: After the pasta was done boiling and the pasta water was drained, I got a sniff of it and in that moment, I realized that I liked the smell of freshly cooked pasta more than eating pasta. There is something so fresh and pure about the smell of pasta in that state, particularly from a little bit of distance.
After wondering whether or not Victor Wanyama has thought the same, I began thinking about how weird I think this is. There are hardly food experiences I enjoy more than actually eating the food. I thought of my favorite foods, like french fries, and I definitely enjoy eating more than all of the other senses there. Even something like coffee, well-known for both smell and taste, is better drank than smelled, at least for me. (That said, bad coffee smells better than it tastes.)
More of than not, smell, often paired with sight, is the perfect way to build up to a tasty experience. Walking into a wonderful bakery means seeing and smelling the wonderful desserts on display, and then finally reaping the rewards by eating. I keep racking my brains; just about nothing smells better than it tastes!
Now that I am on the topic, I have a question that I might end up answering because this is basically becoming a free write: Is anything worth enjoying best when smelled? Of course, I am the person that started all of this because I like the smell of freshly cooked pasta more than I like the taste. But other than that?
The obvious answer is perfume or cologne, but those are not meant to be looked at it, or tasted (the idea is horrifying), nor can you hear it or really touch it. I feel like we talk about our sense of smell in negative ways, only bringing it up when we have anecdotes about the terrible things our noses have accidentally stumbled upon. A story has probably popped into your mind now; I know one has popped into mine, though I won’t share. It’s not worth it.
It makes me thankful that I accidentally taught myself how to turn off my nose from automatically smelling my surroundings. I did it in seventh or eighth grade when I had to pass by the school cafeteria every morning on the way to band class. As school cafeterias are in at least the United States and maybe elsewhere, the food coming out of there was hardly worth eating, and smelled worse in the cooking process. I had to survive somehow, and holding my breath was no fun.
How did I get from pasta to teaching myself how not to smell things? Rambling is weird.
tl;dr: A ramble about the sense of smell.
Links of the Day
Unai Emery has reportedly banned Arsenal players from drinking fruit juices, preferring water.
Transfer roundup: Former Tottenham midfielder Nacer Chadli has joined Monaco from West Brom
Today’s longer read: Tom Hamilton reports on the life of the third-choice goalkeeper for ESPN