So another thing we discussed in connection with Proust, in the attempt to bring him closer to the students, is the way scents as well as tastes could carry so much.
They played with lavender, oregano, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice.� The oregano was fresh and no one recognized it!� They just knew they had smelled it somewhere and could bring up memories of their mothers’ cooking.
In conjunction, two days later they studied Bové and the whole idea that people are too distant from their food and are losing something thereby.� I would preferred to have skipped my whole closeness to snails, but in general…he’s got a point.
When no one in a class can recognize oregano and most have to ask to make sure vanilla beans are vanilla, then he’s definitely got a point.
Here’s to more scents and more food!
If only you could smell the jasmine in this narrow stone street in Mougins, I think the scent could, for just a while, make every other problem in the world go away.
I wish I could bottle it for you!
No.� The bottle defeats the whole thing.� I wish I could snap my fingers and let you walk for an hour or so in these streets and be home in time to hug your kids.
Maybe that’s why I write, both the books and the blog.� It’s a lot harder than snapping my fingers, as all you writers know, but maybe it brings you a little of the jasmine and the stone and the little bicycle parked against the wall for transport through a town no car can fit in.