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.