| | I thought my mum made some cheese whatsoever, ‘cause I thought I smelt
roasted parmesan cheese. I love cheese, but some people have a
love-hate relationship towards such pungent smelling cheese. It either
makes one drool, or it makes one sick to the stomach.
In my case, I’ve
smelled it since last afternoon, but yet I couldn’t pin point the
actual source of it.
No, Mum didn’t bake anything cheese-y.
It was so
overpowering that when the fan blew in my direction, I’m engulfed by
the strong “aroma”. If I were to describe the smell with a colour, I’d
say it’ll be dull mustard.
After anguishing for an hour, I found it.
Brown Parmasan Number 1 – on the foot of the sewing machine.
I
cleaned it. It was in the consistency of toothpaste… Mm, healthy kitty
browns.
Still, the smell permeates the dining room. It was so bad it
made me self-conscious in my very own home; I thought it was me! (Come
to think of it, no one really complained much bout the smell, other
than me.)
I could not locate it, yet it was soooo heavy I lost my
appetite to eat. Thank god, 12 hours later, I found the 2nd rock.
Brown
Parmasan Number 2 - Below the cabinet, beside the sewing machine
It was already semi-dried. Typical crunchy on the outside, sticky on the inside browns.
I’m utterly filled with regrets and guilt. |
| | Posted 6/26/2005 5:29 AM - 43 Views - 2 eProps - 5 comments
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