You know in about anywhere from 6th grade to 9th(ours was in 9th grade) the project you had to do for the class about "How to" and giving directions and what not? Most kids, in my class anyways, did things along the lines of how to tack a horse, how to shoot an arrow, how to golf, how to sew, how to pray; yes that last one was actually a presentation but the girl got about 5 lines into her showing and the teacher put a stop to it, man did that cause an uproar from parents. My presentation in my infinte genius was "How To Make Fried Rice" I had to do almost all of the prep work at home because we couldn't bring knives to school even for a presentation such as this, so I took them through step by step: first you will want to dice all of your veggies in about this size(showing them the green peppers and onions I had cut up), Scramble the eggs, which I had also done at home as well to save time in the class because we had a 15 minute time limit. After we had gone through all the prep work I heated up the electric skillet that I had borrowed, drizzled in about 1/2 a tablespoon of oil for mosture in the rice, adidng the rice with the soy sauce, smells flooding the class room, garlic and onions sauting. After everything was done cooking I served up a bowl for everyone in the room and told them the history behind fried rice itself, that it was actually a breakfast food in most oriental countries especially Japan, you take all of the left overs basically and fry them up together with rice and you have breakfast.
As I took the leftovers from last night's Chinese expedition and fried them up the smells flooding the Travis's small kicthen, this memory came violently back to me. Especially at break during school when I handed the electric skillet back over to Kathleen and told her that I had gotten an A on the project, she smiled at me and said "I am so proud of you." No big deal meant out of it, but to me that meant the world those simple words from her. I had forgotten how deeply shaken smells, with memories attached to them can rock you, until this morning.