That my house smells like a curry house is no consolation.
That my neighbors rang the bell just to tell me that something smells really good and 'what's cookin?' is no consolation either.
I mean I'm culinarily discreet in terms of what's cooking and what I'm making.
I dislike the thought of having food smells waft out of houses to assault others nostrils and this never happens. I mean as awesome as they are it's still something I wish it stays restricted in my house and only greets people whom I'm expecting.
Now this never happens. Usually my aromatic meals keep their redolence discreet and whatever spicy bouquet they might have to emit stays knocking about around the house only to evaporate in a zephyr of forgotten flutter under the influence of an industrial exhaust.
But today however that didn't happen. Why?
I wonder. Perhaps because it's cold and somehow that affects the chemistry of aromas.
Perhaps that I keep the windows shut now.
Perhaps because I cooked rajmah today and that in itself is pretty heavy on masala no matter how lowbrow your preparation is.
Whatever the case maybe, my house still hasn't completely gotten rid of the faint breeze of cinnamon overlaid with bay leaves.
It's like Chanel for foodstuffs.
But I don't like how my house still smells like the way it does.
I think my clothes, hair, fingernails even my uterus smells of rajmah right now.
My only consolation.. it was tasty as all hell.
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