New Sounds, Scents, and Flavors: Journal | April 3

Posted on by Caterina Erdas

CRUNCH chew swallow, CRUNCH chew swallow, repeat.

By Caterina Erdas
Coronavirus is the “invisible enemy” so I will record some non-visual observations that are a part of my everyday life. They are either new changes or observations I had never stopped to notice before.
  • Dogs barking
  • Children playing, throwing insults at each other
  • The taste of fresh, sweet, slightly fermented orange juice that I make when our oranges start to go bad; you can’t really buy produce in bulk, but we still try
  • No police sirens   never-mind, I heard sirens (April 17)
  • Flower petal chips rustling on the ground when the wind picks them up
  • The loudest crunch humanly possible when my dad eats his sandwich every day
  • The smell of burnt bread when my dad makes his sandwiches every day
  • The creaking floor at night when someone walks upstairs to go to bed or downstairs for a snack
  • Ballet class piano pieces that get stuck in my head after playing them for so long (for Ballet course, not for pleasure. Let it be known that I have better taste in classical music than that.
  • My computer humming and heating below my fingers. It’s protesting Zoom.
  • The taste of black tea with oat-milk and a pinch of cardamom for breakfast
  • My parents switching to their “professional voice” on camera. For my mom, that means a lower register with more intention. For my dad, that means screaming slowly at the monitor and enhancing his Italian accent.