take time to stop and smell the ro, no the jasmine

Current mood: geeky

On Saturday evening, I hosted a Taste of Georgia party at my new place... and as one might imagine, there was a lot of fried food.

Now, if you know me, then you know I generally cook fairly healthy and I never fry (except for the rare ocassion like Saturday). First off, I understand the negative health aspects of fried foods. Second, I’m afraid of being popped by the grease and of starting a grease fire.

And now, even 3 days later because of all that cooking, my place smells of fried food. It seems that smell is a toughie to get rid of. My great grandma’s house forever smelled of fried food. Now, as much as I appreciate the cooking that lady did, I really don’t want to walk through my front door and immediately invision my great grandma on the couch shelling peas picked fresh from the field and my great grandpa in the recliner shouting numbers at the TV where The Price Is Right played daily.

And as long as we’re talking about smells... I just have to mention another. Right now, there is an amazing row of Jasmine blooming down the sidewalk where I walk Beau everyday. I have always loved the smell of Jasmine... such a sweet smell. Not musky like a rose, not perfumey like many other flowers. That Jasmine is... heavenly sweet. I LOVE it! I’d imagine it’s killing my allergies, but who the heck cares?

You know what? I just got a great idea! Perhaps I’ll sneak out that way about 10:30 or 11:00 when very few people are out and about... I’ll take a pair of scissors. Got me? I figure a few glass bowls with Jasmine floating in them strategically placed in each room will take care of that smell of fried food.

Yeah - plan stan!