Onion rings is one for me. When I was little, my mom used to let my school bus driver babysit me. This must have been pre-school because I'm pretty sure we were riding a short bus. She would take all the other kids home while I played with a box of toys she kept on the bus, then she'd take me to Jack in the Box and buy me onion rings before dropping me off at home. Honestly, looking back, I wonder why in the world my mom let a complete stranger "babysit" me -- Mom was a stay-at-home mom and there wasn't any need for me to be babysat. But onion rings bring back that memory, and I have pretty warm feelings about it so I don't think anything untoward was going on.
Another is tomato soup, although this is more of a Pavlovian response. My mom used to always make me tomato soup for lunch, and we'd watch the Wheel of Fortune while we were eating. So when I hear the letter-turning chimes, I think of tomato soup; and when I eat tomato soup, I think of the Wheel of Fortune.
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Date: 2005-12-09 03:25 pm (UTC)Another is tomato soup, although this is more of a Pavlovian response. My mom used to always make me tomato soup for lunch, and we'd watch the Wheel of Fortune while we were eating. So when I hear the letter-turning chimes, I think of tomato soup; and when I eat tomato soup, I think of the Wheel of Fortune.