Last night we had a really good, really decadent supper. It was Natalie's night to cook and she made bacon, hardboiled eggs, and pancakes. The hardboiled eggs are there as a sort of Puritanical protein ballast. I don't know why.
The whole thing was very, very, very good. I ate two big pancakes and one small one, one egg, and a bunch of bacon.
Here's the problem, though. Today the whole house smells like...bacon. Natalie cooked the bacon in the oven, and she had the exhaust fan going the whole time. But the smell still managed to permeate the house.
This morning we opened up windows and doors and ran all the exhaust fans to try to air it out. It's a balmy 32 degrees Fahrenheit here, and it's raining. I ate breakfast (a COLD smoothie) wrapped in an afghan to try to stay warm. Natalie is wearing long underwear under her flannel-lined jeans.
Finally, I had had all I could take of the airing-out. I told Natalie to boil some vinegar and spices to clear the air instead. So, she closed everything up and did that, and it smelled really spicy and yummy while it was boiling.
But now the boiling is done, the windows are closed, we are finally thawing out. And the house smells....like cinnamon...and bacon.
When I held the cat a few minutes ago, her fur smelled like bacon.