Was it the late Michael Hutchence (of INXS fame) who had that horrible condition whereby you have no sense of smell and can therefore not taste (or, I imagine, enjoy) food?
Okay, well I don't have that. But I do have a persistent stuffed-up nose, which I would normally let go without comment (stop yer snickering...) except for that I happen to have a pot of adobo simmering on the stove. My nose is so stuffed up that I cannot smell the adobo. Now that is one helluva stuffed up nose. The bad—or tragic, depending on how badly you feel like eating adobo—part is that it will be nearly impossible for me to adjust the seasonings properly once it's cooked.
But what is worse: 1) not being able to taste adobo or 2) not being able to enjoy the scent of your daughters emerging from their bath, freshly sprinkled with Nenuco? I'd have to go with the latter.
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