Tastes That Take You Back

fureverywhere

fureverywhere

beloved friend who will always be with us in spiri
Location
Northern NJ, USA
Our sense of taste and smell are so very connected to memories. I've been under a lot of stress in recent times. But I'm still finding little simple things to help me along. Just by chance after a few different interviews, I'd stop for a drink. Not at a bar but at a pharmacy or quickie mart.

Usually I stick to sugar free, low cal drinks...never soda. But I suppose I was thinking I deserve something indulgent. Strawberry Quik. From the first sip I can close my eyes and feel at peace. I feel like I'm back to ten years old and climbing trees. Then add some of those dollar molasses cookies...complete bliss.

That's become a fun little ritual now. After any interview or even a long afternoon with applications. An ice cold Strawberry Quik. Oh and the molasses cookies? Some of my family was from the Amish country. Molasses is in my blood. So what food or drink does it for you?
 

Interesting you said Quik. :) As I opened your thread I was thinking of Bosco.

I would say malt Ovaltine. And real chocolate milkshakes, made with real ice cream, milk, and chocolate syrup. I can still taste them in my head but much as I like Arby's jamocha shakes, no milkshake I have had in the last 50-something years takes like the drugstore ones I remember.

Oh, and chess pie.
 
If you ever find yourself in Bloomfield, New Jersey there's a place called Holsten's. A fun fact is they shot an episode of The Soprano's there. It's been there for 75 years so it's a landmark. They still make milkshakes on the old machines. Best of all they bring the mixer cup to the table with your glass...moooooo
 

We used to drink Quick as kids, also PDQ chocolate crystals. Most recently I had a YooHoo, and that brought back some memories. :) Used to love malteds more than milk shakes from the diner or Carvel, haven't had either as an adult that tasted the same.

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I love YooHoo, had it with a three pack of chocolate chip cookies for lunch every day in high school and weighed barely a hundred pounds, I want that metabolism back...pleeeeeeze?
 
I STILL love a big glass of COLD Ovaltine.

But back to tastes from the past. In the winter, my Mom made us swallow a TBSful of COD LIVER OIL ! Yuck!
She said that would prevent us from catching a cold or flu. Even though it was ostensibly mint flavored, it tasted
EXACTLY like cod liver oil. Guess it went out of style coz ya don't see it around anymore. PTL !
 
Guitarist said:
Interesting you said Quik. :) As I opened your thread I was thinking of Bosco.

I would say malt Ovaltine. And real chocolate milkshakes, made with real ice cream, milk, and chocolate syrup. I can still taste them in my head but much as I like Arby's jamocha shakes, no milkshake I have had in the last 50-something years takes like the drugstore ones I remember.

Oh, and chess pie.
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I agree, nothing tastes as good as the old drugstore milkshakes.
 
fureverywhere said:
If you ever find yourself in Bloomfield, New Jersey there's a place called Holsten's. A fun fact is they shot an episode of The Soprano's there. It's been there for 75 years so it's a landmark. They still make milkshakes on the old machines. Best of all they bring the mixer cup to the table with your glass...moooooo
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I'm reading a novel right now in which the main character is from Bloomfield and mentions Holsten's.

It was so great to get those mixer cups at my neighborhood drugstore too, and get to pour out ALL the milkshake that wouldn't fit in the glass the first time!
 
I'm reading a novel right now in which the main character is from Bloomfield and mentions Holsten's.

Yow, small world there...I grew up in Bloomfield.

Friendly's Black Raspberry ice cream, my babysitter and my parent's went to Friendly's regularly...now you can buy it in the supermarket but it's not the same.

I have mixed feelings about Cracker Jack. On one paw it was kind of yummy, I always got a box for the 4th of July fireworks...which terrified me as a kid.
 
Good memories: Black cherry Jello with whipped cream on top.

Bad memories: Yes, the dreaded cod liver oil that my mother was sure was going to make us healthy and this horrible patent medicine called WOW (Wonder of the World) that did cut through croup like a knife through warm butter but tasted like something from Hell. The taste lingered for hours. I will remember that taste to my dying day.
 
Barbeque potato chips. I never eat these anymore, but used to love them. Also Slim Jims. Nice memories. :eek:
 
Root beer float. Chocolate milk. Rock and Rye. Black licorice.

Sunday nights were Walt Disney, popcorn and Rock and Rye.
 
Homemade cinnamon rolls. My aunt made them from scratch every single day because she stuffed them in my uncles lunch box where he could eat them easily working out in the fields on that farm. She was so fast in the kitchen it was incredible. I miss her food. No one would believe all the food that was spread out on the table for breakfast every single day on that farm. We always had these things on the table in the morning.. oatmeal, eggs & bacan, homemade bread, pancakes & syrup, homemade choke cherry jelly, and a box of corn flakes sat in front of my uncle. You would have thought we would all have weighed 500 pounds LOL. They worked hard though & worked it all off. I usually had oatmeal with sugar & butter & cinnamon& milk on top. So oatmeal always takes me back as well.
 
The smell of toast takes me back to when
we were allowed to sit around the fire in
an evening and toast bread by using a big
wire fork and holding the bread in front of
an open fire, then loading it with lashings
of butter or jam.

Mike.
 
Smell of homemade bread baking in the oven..........when I was a young girl, I'd walk home from school and almost every day when I walked in the house she'd have just made bread. So good!
 
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My grandma's "hoe cake." White cornmeal cornbread cooked in a cast-iron skillet on top of the stove. Slathered in butter, of course. I never learned to make that cornbread but my sister can, so I'm reduced to begging when I go visit her.
 

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