After getting annoyed at my son for complaining about his sister’s ‘noisy’ chewing, It occured to me that I’ve never been a big fan of exposure to eating noises either (as much as I’d like to maintain a constant mood of ‘joy, lightness and space’). I mentioned this to my sister whose response was ‘misophonia’. Misophoni…what?
Misophonia (otherwise known as selective sound sensitivity syndrome) is “a disorder in which certain sounds trigger emotional or physiological responses that some might perceive as unreasonable give the circumstance”. (WebMD)
According to the Misophonia Association, some of the most common triggers are:
- Gum Chewing
- Eating Sounds
- Lip Smacking
- Speaking Sounds (s, p, k)
- Breathing Sounds
- Repetitive softer sounds like pen clicking, pencil tapping
- Nasal noises, throat clearing
- Sucking through the teeth sounds
- Sight of gum chewing or eating with the mouth open
- Pet licking or nails clicking
- High heels on hard floors
Oh my! Most of those have the power to drive me to distraction whenever I hear (or even see) them happening. What a revelation! I can finally blame my ‘intolerance’ (and very possibly that of my son) on a medical condition. 😉
A medical condition for which there is no known cure 😦
Coincidentally, last week someone mentioned the recent craze in which videos aim to trigger the Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR) – which is a nice tingling feeling on your scalp and brain that slowly moves down your neck and spine – in susceptible people. Stimuli that can trigger ASMR, as reported by those who experience it, include :
- Listening to a softly spoken or whispering voice
- Listening to quiet, repetitive sounds resulting from someone engaging in a mundane task such as turning the pages of a book
- Watching somebody attentively execute a mundane task such as preparing food
- Receiving personal attention
- Listening to tapping, typically nails onto surfaces such as plastic, wood, metal, etc.
- Loudly chewing, crunching, slurping or biting foods, drinks, or gum
Wait a minute! Listening to someone chew can actually evoke a pleasant response in some people? Surely not! I had to investigate this further. After a quick search I came across all sorts of videos including this one (which contains over 20minutes of someone whispering and chewing gum). This is totally incomprehensible. To me, this kind of ‘entertainment’ is the very material of my nightmares.
Interestingly, Psychologists believe that an inability to shut out irrelevant sensory information (ie: Misophonia) could be strongly linked to creativity and above-average intelligence. What does that say about ASMR fans? (………just kidding ASMR fans.)
Do you have misophonia? Take the test!
I wrote a post back in September 2015 about Les Machines de L’île in the city of Nantes (on the west coast of France): “an artistic and a tourist project. It is a blend of the invented worlds of Jules Verne, the mechanical universe of Leonardo da Vinci, and the industrial history of Nantes” (Trip Advisor)
I really enjoyed that site and so was happy to hear that an Urban project created by the same François Delaroziere had opened in Toulouse (in the south-west of Franche and called the Halle de la Machine). This time we discovered even more amazing creatures. There was the imposant and impressive minoataure -at 12meters high – which we rode along a former runway. And there were the equally fantastic giant spiders – these were all beautifully crafted out of metal and wood with great attention to detail.
What I enjoyed most about this place were the exhibitions inside the huge building: There were sketches and photos of all of the wonderful creatures that Mr Delaroziere has created over the years and then there were two main themes: music and plants. A multitude of machines had been created from recycled materials with these themes in mind. But even better than the machines themselves were the hosts presenting them. They were real actors and they spun stories about the creations as they demonstrated how they worked. They had the audience spell bound. There was the ‘machine’ to translate plant language, one to play music to them, and an array of other fantastic inventions.
Then there was the artificial snow machine, the wind machine and the strength tester that blew flames whenever the volunteer was successful. These had the whole crowd involved and laughing the whole morning.
Check it out.
It is a strange idea for those living in the northern hemisphere to spend Christmas in Summer. But as an Australian, the act of spending Christmas in winter continues to be a very odd thing to me. It just doesn’t feel right. And that’s why for the first time in ten years I felt like I got to experience a ‘real’ Christmas back in Australia: starting with an early sunrise and delightful birdsong ,warm sunshine and blue sky, we discovered gifts under the Christmas tree, then a light breakfast and into the car and off for a delicious self-serve cold *buffet lunch with extended family involving lots of chatting and laughter and over-eating, followed by an optional siesta/nap and then we still had hours of sunlight to enjoy together and to spot kangaroos as the sun was setting.
Here is a very brief summary of some of the things we enjoyed during our two week stay: Getting to know new members of the family and reconnecting with ‘old’, playing with ‘Grandpa’ and ‘Uncle Ian’, eating the famous pavlova dessert and drinking the best coffee in the world (yes, it’s true! Melbourne is reknown for it.), spending time with Grandpa doing numerous things such as learning to throw a boomerang, feeding the horses, collecting the eggs whilst learning the word ‘chook’ which is ‘australian’ for chicken, fishing, spotting wildlife by night), spending a morning with a wildlife ranger as a wildlife ranger (feeding and generally looking after the wallabies, tasmanian devils, possums…), catching-up with friends, eating brunch in Melbourne the morning after the most amazing fire-works displays on New Years Eve, running and bushwalking through eucalyptus (‘gum’) trees (that’s ‘aussie’ for trekking/hiking) swimming and playing on the beach….
Check-out the brunches below:
But to be honest, I also experienced moments of great sadness. The loss of my mum was felt more intensely than usual – fortunately I was well looked after. Thank you friends and family – you know who you are!
I also couldn’t help thinking that it would have been nice for my sister to have been there too (but she had made the trek from eastern USA earlier in the year to promote her book). Next time perhaps?
For now its back to cold, grey, wet, short days – with a few street demonstrations thrown in.
*Many people ask what one could possibly eat in Summer to celebrate Christmas! As usual, every family has its own traditions but common dishes include ham, cold turkey, a variety of original salads, seafood, and possibly a Christmas pudding for which each family has their own recipe. But for those who don’t like the pudding there is always delicious ripe summer fruit.
The weather has now turned cold but until a few weeks ago, we were experiencing a very mild autumn and so mushrooms of all kinds were popping up everywhere. But as amateurs, we only picked those that my husband was entirely sure were safe.
Apparently, if you are not sure whether or not your mushrooms are edible, you can take them to a pharmacy. French pharmacists are trained and ‘typically able to identify whether your pick is safe’. But once when we tried that, the 3 pharmacists we consulted were not 100% sure themselves and we had to toss out our bounty.
Given that there are around one thousand intoxications per year, we were not going to take any chances.
There is another risk when looking for mushrooms and that is getting shot while foraging: Hunting season and mushroom season can over-lap (3 of the 13 people killed from hunting during the 2017-2018 season were not hunters.)
Pickers are advised to:
- use a wicker basket – plastic bags accelerate the deterioration and the baskets allow the spores to fall out whilst foraging and thus replanting for next year.
- Separate the different types – incase some are poisonous
- Pick the stem as it helps with identification
- and perhaps wear bright clothing so as to not be confused with a wild animal.
There are over 3,000 varieties of mushroom in France. Some of the favorite edible finds include: Girolles, Cèpes, Morilles, Bolet, Chanterelles, Mousserons, Oronges, Coprin, Sanguins, Pleurote, Coulemelle, and Pied de Mouton.
We were happy to unexpectantly find some Coulemelles and Coprins whilst walking in the forest – because you can never expect anyone to ever reveal where to find these fabulous fungi – It’s a competitive ‘sport’ mushroom picking.
Delicious mushrooms! Simply fried in some butter with freshly ground pepper and a sprinkling of chopped parsley.
Before October comes to an end, I want to briefly mention ‘La Semaine du Gout’ which takes place annually at this time of year.
It started off as ‘La Journee du Gout’ (Tasting Day) in 1990 by … the sugar industry! At that time they were defending the use of real sugar versus synthetic sweetners.
Since then it has become a pedagogical week dedicated to the pleasures of the palate. Workshops, information campaigns, lessons in taste; all the events offered for the occasion have one thing in common: to try new foods and to teach kids (and reinforce in adults) the importance of taste and taste development and to encourage contact between producers and the general public.
Two years ago, my son’s class did blindfolded tastings at school and I was surprised to witness some 6year-olds confusing salt with sugar! There’s obviously still some work to be done.
I’d actually forgotten about La Semaine du Gout this year but my children came home each day from school especially excited about their school canteen menu. That particular week the ingredients were especially sourced from the local region and they had a different bread served each day (Monday was blue cheese, Tuesday was olive, Wednesday was walnut, Thursday was fig, and Friday was poppy seed). I am grateful that my children have learned to try everything on their plate – just as my mother encouraged me to do. They are often surprised to find that something that they thought they didn’t like, has suddenly become much nicer.On the topic of exploring tastes, I recently discovered garbure which is a great simple one-pot dish for this time of year …as the cold weather arrives. It is a hearty stew that originates from the south-west of France. I was fortunate enough to witness Florence, a lovely lady originating from Bearn (the region from which this stew comes from which is at the foot of the Pyrenees mountains) giving a cooking lesson on how to prepare the combination of salted ham hock, cabbage, carrots, white beans and garlic followed by how to cook it and eat it – with boiled potatoes or bread to sop up the delicious stock…and some wine. There is nothing like learning how to cook a dish from a master. Even the most descriptive recipe (or YouTube video) can never replace such experiences.
I usually have the feeling that things and places are smaller upon seeing or visiting them on subsequent occasions compared with the first time. But not so with Paris. This city seems to get bigger and grander each time I go.
I was in Paris for one day last week out of necessity (to renew the children’s expired passports at the Australian Embassy) and my ‘old’ friend Frank (Parisian by adoption) turned the chore into an enchanting tour of some known and lesser known ‘gems’. For the most visited city in the world, with its hoards of tourists, on a warm and sunny day, Paris still had plenty of quiet spots to discover. Like in this photo below – taken in the middle of the day in central Paris – running alongside The Seine and Les Tuilleries…with only 2 people in view:
Frank took me through his local 2eme arrondissement (2nd district) before weaving our way toward the Eiffel Tower – where the Australian Embassy is situated – via (amongst other sites) Le Palais Royal, several beautiful ‘passages‘ (arcades), then past the usual suspects such as Le Louvre, Les Tuilleries, before crossing La Seine on a modern walk bridge and into a typical bustling bistrot for lunch (the menu du jour of course offering some kind of meat with fries/frites and some vegetables for decoration, followed by a selection of desserts including the compulsory seasonal tart, crème brûlée or chocolate mousse).
The train system in Paris is easy to navigate and from what I can tell, pretty reliable (apart from the ‘occasional’ strike). It seems to have shunned chain stores in favor of stylish independent boutiques and cool cafes, restaurants and galleries are a plenty.
But for all of its charms, it seems that the locals are deserting Paris in large numbers, headed for some of the other major French cities (Lyon, Bordeaux, Nantes, if not abroad). They are leaving the traffic jams, pollution and expensive lodgings … to recreate and suffer from those very things elsewhere!