Spice of life

[mrissa]

My momma always told me that the way to catch a Norwegian boyfriend was to daub almond extract behind your ears. (Apparently this works for Dutch as well.) I have no idea what flavors of person one would find trailing behind if one went out smelling of almond extract, vanilla extract, lemon juice, and lemon extract, but that's what I smell like this morning. I got a little reckless with the baked goods. ("Stop her! She's not using the measuring spoons!") I will shower before I go out, just in case.

Other possible uncontrolled substances for use today: dill, paprika, rosemary, basil, garlic, nutmeg, allspice, cinnamon, cloves. How many of those I get to will partly depend on how badly the writing and household tasks (particularly phone tasks, YARG, hate the phone, HAAAAAATE) go. If the house smells like the spice aisle at Byerly's, that probably won't be a good sign. On the other hand, having the house smell like someone cares about it is always a helpful thing.

And who knows? I figured out where to put a bit that needed to go into Sampo and had been plaguing me for months, so I may get the smell of rosemary and decent writing progress. Stranger things have happened.

Comments

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

Plus, there is the joy that you can actually smell all those things, and all those things smell like themselves. After dysosmia, the smell of the spice aisle is a wonderful thing.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

This is very true!