Ponder Place

Paul wrote*:

Son, I remember taking the scouts on a very cold winter campout. We only had green wood to build a fire with and by the time I got around to cooking supper, I was truly hungry. All I had to eat was a whole chicken cooked over the fire on a spit. I don’t remember anything smelling quite as good as that chicken … and I definitely have never had a chicken taste as good … with no salt or spices. How does this fit into your ponderings?

Its a matter of perception. We become accustomed to certain levels of nurture. Creature comforts if you will. One of those is having a regular supply of regenerating and nourishing supplements (and by supplements I do indeed mean food). These nourishing items are greatly appreciated by our body and our minds.

However, like all things, when a sensation or feeling is had consistently without pause or break. We become somewhat dull to said sensation/feeling.

Now, your camping trip did two things. First it depraved you of this routine/regular flow of nutrition. And it also required you deplete stored energies, only furthering the need for replenishment.

Which brings the answer of your question; why did the chicken smell and taste so memorable?

Because it was breaking the siege of deprivation and ushering in of that sensation you had become so accustomed to.

The nourishment it brought - though lacking by our regular standards - was quite the reintroduction to that life giving energy.

* This question was originally asked here.

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