I have no idea why, but I am now scent sensitive, it is as if I have become a Canine, a bloodhound maybe. I told Bob, maybe the airport would hire me to sniff out drugs. 😜
Bob requested Salmon Patties. I said I don't mind making them, but I can't stand the smell in the house. The last time it took a week for me to stop smelling the Salmon.
Bob: "Cook it outside, use the burner on the Grill."
Me: "You know I don't cook with propane"
Bob: "YOU CAN COOK WITH PROPANE, IT IS NOT DANGEROUS"
ME: "If I blow myself up, who will cook for you?"
Fast Forward through the rest of the tif. He lit the burner, I put the pan on the fire and said YOU adjust it.
I DID NOT BLOW UP! But I thought I would die of heat stroke, it was 94 in the shade, feels like 110 at HIGH NOON...
I made him stay there with me, hoping he would take over the pan, NOT!... I muttered the whole time
How did the pioneer women cook on an open fire, in a fireplace, on the ground. I will never Camp OUT I said at one time, the wind was blowing leaves in the pan, the sweat was dripping on the ground. SHEER MISERY cooking out side. Lesson Learned. NEVER MORE!!! Plus I now know I will NEVER be a happy camper outer