Last night, like most nights, The Daddy prepared his lunch for the next day before going to bed. Sometimes this is a relatively civilised affair involving bread and cold cuts. 

Other times I hear the dreaded sizzling of the pan, and I know we are in for a smelly night. 

No! Not what you think! I am talking about the aroma of fried bacon permeating the house. Yum, yum. Except when it is in your hair, in your clothes, and slowly going stale in all the upstairs closets.

We should really invest in a good extractor fan, because ours does a frankly not very good job. In any case it makes such a noise that The Daddy refuses to use it. Replacing an extractor fan should be a relatively simple and cheap affair, but in our case it is built into our stovetop. As there are no hookups for an overhead extractor, that probably means finding another stovetop. 

So, until we manage an expensive kitchen remodel, smelly we shall stay for a while.

It’s unfortunate that last night The Daddy decided to make kedgeree. It’s a smelly mass of rice and fish. Then he came to see me all excited and made me look up 100 different recipes for kedgeree online so he could check he did it right. 

Of course today was a stinking hot and humid day, meaning no opening of doors and windows to air or whoossshhh! the outdoors would come sliming into the house and suffocate us as we stood. I was all busy with the Oust and the Febreze and all the scented candles I could get my hands on but of course those things only cover up the smell.  

Two things: 

1. Beware of kedgeree! Highly smelly! 

2. My Mothers Day wish: an expensive kitchen remodel. Preferably silently, by fairies, in the middle of the night.