My sinuses have been totally out of whack lately, and as a result, my olfactory nerves are totally out of control.
Last night, my husband was cooking his dinner, Ranch Chicken, the recipe for which I discovered a few years ago and something he’s enjoyed eating ever since. I haven’t cooked it in a while. Actually, horrible wife that I am, I haven’t cooked anything for him for a while. The last thing I made for him was last Friday, and that was some scallops stir-fried with green beans and rice – and that was the first time I’d cooked for him in weeks! Anyway, I digress.
So, last night, as he was cooking his dinner (I walked him through the steps – so easy, he asked why I haven’t made it in a while), I looked up from my own dinner (leftoversinigang – a traditional Filipino dish that he doesn’t like) and made what must have been a terrible face. I don’t know what it was, and I don’t know why, but what he was cooking smelled awful. I started breathing shallow breaths through my shirt and he said, “Oh, you’re just doing that so I won’t ask you to cook Ranch Chicken anymore!”
Oh, if it were only that simple. If it’s something I can’t stand to smell while I cook, it’s certainly not something I’m anxious to eat!