Mission Accomplished
My grandmother's house always smells unbelievable. No matter what time of day you walk in, it always smells like she's just cooked a five-course meal. Ever since I've lived on my own (not including grad school, when it was a major accomplishment to feed myself anything), I've wanted to enter my own home to a smell as luscious as the smell of her house.
Last night it finally happened.
I put on the green beans (cooked with ham hock, of course) at noon. I put the baby back ribs in the oven at 2:00 p.m. When Joshua and I returned from the doctor at 4:30 (it seems we are being visited by a lovely case of roseola or some other viral infection), my house smelled so good. In fact, it smelled almost as good as my grandmother's house. I don't know how many more meals like that I'll have to cook until my house smells like that all the time, but I'm just happy that it worked once.
Last night it finally happened.
I put on the green beans (cooked with ham hock, of course) at noon. I put the baby back ribs in the oven at 2:00 p.m. When Joshua and I returned from the doctor at 4:30 (it seems we are being visited by a lovely case of roseola or some other viral infection), my house smelled so good. In fact, it smelled almost as good as my grandmother's house. I don't know how many more meals like that I'll have to cook until my house smells like that all the time, but I'm just happy that it worked once.
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I love it when I cook long enough that the usual dog smell is replaced with a scrumptious smell of food.
Right now we have a gi-normous basil plant in the kitchen and that helps too!