tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post5652479589909153120..comments2023-10-29T03:59:36.834-06:00Comments on Dirty Shame: Of Mice and Men and Sheep (this week's giveaway)Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704980791674041790noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-65732521346144570642009-11-12T20:06:05.204-07:002009-11-12T20:06:05.204-07:00The smell of Chrsitmas that has stayed with me thr...The smell of Chrsitmas that has stayed with me throughout my life is the sweet aroma of boiled custard that my grandmother always made. If you've never had boiled custard, it kind of a sweet, thick milky / eggy substance, similar to egg nog, but not quite as "spicy," I guess you would say. We always added vanilla extract (I think my grandmother added a little Jack Daniels to hers while we weren't looking), whipped cream (homemade, mind you) and some ground nutmeg. It just wouldn't be Christmas without it.Ozark Ultrarunnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00484391861023345706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-16743116986160207272009-11-08T15:58:55.393-07:002009-11-08T15:58:55.393-07:00We have always gotten a real tree for Christmas. ...We have always gotten a real tree for Christmas. As I child, my siblings and I always loved to sleep near the tree and smell that wonderful fresh pine smell all night; a tradition that my kids still hold. Real tree, sleeping bags, a little hot cocoa and the smell of some classical Christmas story pages all mixed together...Shandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16800875348050052144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-71517832404910228562009-11-06T19:40:58.317-07:002009-11-06T19:40:58.317-07:00Christmas Tree - from the woods, not a can and sau...Christmas Tree - from the woods, not a can and sausage balls. This may sound weird, but if you're honest I think you'll have to admit you know the smell. It's been a while, but I fondly remember and miss the smell of Grandma and peppermint.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01578695269867444657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-24753423509194182962009-11-05T22:40:18.721-07:002009-11-05T22:40:18.721-07:00My mother always cooks orange peels, cinnamon stic...My mother always cooks orange peels, cinnamon sticks and cloves in a pot on the stove. The whole house would be full of the smell. She starts after Thanksgiving and it cooks the whole holiday season- we keep adding water and ingredients as it cooks down of course. I even remember the smell when we've neglected to add water and it burns! <br />I'm glad you reminded me, I want to put it on the stove in my home next month. I want my children growing up "smelling the memory" just like I did.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05460438847928510485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-79102716243147212232009-11-05T22:25:21.151-07:002009-11-05T22:25:21.151-07:00When I smell the dirt, sap and evergreens and pine...When I smell the dirt, sap and evergreens and pine at the Christmas Tree Farm!! I love to stick my nose RIGHT into the stump after it's been cut! We usually go the weekend after Thanksgiving so, that's when I "smell" Christmas!Tiffanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16320279256655289711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-3283675203684770032009-11-05T19:36:16.289-07:002009-11-05T19:36:16.289-07:00Pine... My favorite smell at this time of year.Pine... My favorite smell at this time of year.Lindsayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07220390926431690873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-83105616825718556242009-11-05T18:01:59.009-07:002009-11-05T18:01:59.009-07:00I smell Bayberry. My mom had these ornaments that ...I smell Bayberry. My mom had these ornaments that each had a different scent. Bayberry was the strongest. I now have these ornaments, 45 years later and the Bayberry can still be faintly smelled.2catshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-32482057313642331312009-11-05T17:42:17.317-07:002009-11-05T17:42:17.317-07:00Oatmeal Pie...it's a Southern thing!Oatmeal Pie...it's a Southern thing!Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02405472603403191332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-58788561528268312882009-11-05T10:29:27.502-07:002009-11-05T10:29:27.502-07:00I smell that first cup of warm coffee being brewed...I smell that first cup of warm coffee being brewed while cinnamon rolls are baking in the oven (so I guess I smell them, too.).Gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02576409086020993015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-91569395784180227122009-11-04T23:45:05.437-07:002009-11-04T23:45:05.437-07:00I smell the cold, crisp air that only a winter'...I smell the cold, crisp air that only a winter's night can hold. I long for that smell because then I know that Christmas is near.Kendrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04760109652055514720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-76070855677591846192009-11-04T22:57:48.577-07:002009-11-04T22:57:48.577-07:00Mmmm, cinnamon!Mmmm, cinnamon!KKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10815049701010983875noreply@blogger.com