Ooooh That Smell…It Must Be St. Patrick’s Day
Are there certain smells that bring you right back to your childhood? This time of year there is definitely one smell that reminds me of why I am not a big fan of St Patrick’s Day. And it is all centered on my childhood and one particular smell.
Every year on St. Patrick ’s Day everyone becomes Irish. At my house as a kid my Mom took it so far as to feed us corn beef and cabbage. I don’t mind the corn beef part. A little salty and tough as far as meats go, but I will eat it. But the cabbage; Boiled cabbage…yuck! And the smell…I swear I could smell the cabbage boiling the minute I got off the bus a quarter of a mile away from my house.
And to this day, when St. Patrick’s Day comes I equate the celebration with that smell of boiling cabbage. Right or wrong, I can’t help it. I think Dr. Phil calls it ‘a childhood scar’. But I will see you all at the Parade and Celtic Fair this Saturday; just don’t look for me to be near any corned beef/cabbage eating contests.
Leave a Comment