I am working this afternoon from somewhere inside the pillows on my couch. They are big and red and comfy and I tend to get lost inside of them. They are really quite dangerous. Enter at your own risk should be the sign on my coffee table.
This week I hooked up with my favorite person on the planet, the Pioneer Woman and did some cooking. Now, by “hooking up” i really mean that I memorized her blog on how to cook chicken enchiladas and then also read her cookbook on how to make homemade tomato soup. We spent quality time together; me and that Pioneer Woman. If you don’t know her, you REALLY must mosey over to her website and spend some time reading her Confessions. Absolutely hilarious.
**you should know that i must really love you because this is now the THIRD time I have typed this blog. For some reason I am in a big fight with google chrome and he keeps losing my blog. I have no idea why, but so help me God this is the last time I am writing this.**
If you ever happen to join me for a Pioneer Woman creation cooked at my house you should know something important: dress warmly. It will be chilly in here. Maybe bring some mittens and a hat. For reals.
It will be chilly because my grandparents taught me a very important lesson. If you have your back door or windows open then your AC/Heat should be turned off. Seems to be a simple enough thing to understand. I distinctly remember Grandpa telling me that we are not trying to heat the entire out of doors.
And when I cook there must be a door open. Always. No, not to make a fast exit in case of fire, although that may not be a bad idea. Just last month I started a fire in the microwave with Easy Mac (don’t even ask how I can ruin Easy Mac)…Anyways, the door will be open. You see, I have a issue with cooking smells. As in, I HATE them. The smell of food in a skillet just about puts me over the edge. I may have dry heaved a bit even typing about it. Breakfast foods and bacon are especially offensive if you ask me. So much so that I pray that Jesus does not send me a man that likes bacon. It may be a deal breaker.
Anyways, I take lots of precautions to avoid the smell. I light candles in every room, turn on the oven vent fan on high (which, coincidentally makes for a lot of shouting when I cook as well), and open the doors. All to avoid that horrible, horrible smell that threats to invade every molecule of air in the house. Ahhhh! And I must change clothes and wash my hair as well because for goodness sakes I can not sit around all night smelling like a skillet.
Does anyone else have this issue? Or is it just me? I think i may have sensory issues (just ask my mom, she will be happy to tell you all about my childhood sensory issues! ha)
I think you should know that I usually sit down to write this blog and think “man, i have nothing in my brain to blog about” and then all of a sudden I am two pages into randomness about my aversion to cooking smells. I think my brain would make a great case study! Have a fabulous weekend!
