I mentioned before in my post about Magic Sauce that my husband finds it deeply offensive, smell-wise.
That’s not the only food that is pretty much Banned from our food repertoire because of nostril offense.
My husband has also recently banned hamburgers. Because however we cook them – whether on our griddler or in a pan on the stovetop (our complex doesn’t allow outdoor grills) – they end up covering the entire apartment in a film of Burger Scented Grease.
This is quite honestly fine with me, as I rarely leave the apartment. And my nose gets accustomed to the scent after a while until it seems like nothing. But I’m sure to my husband, who not only has to exit the premises but enter a place of work where his patients expect him to exude confidence and diagnostic excellence rather than Eau de Last Night’s Burger, I am sure it is less than ideal.
Listen. This is understandable. We have a teeny apartment. Our kitchen is open to the entire rest of the living space. So I get it – some scents are just not okay.
But I am afraid that my husband will carry over his Aroma Sensitivity into any space we inhabit. I base this on the fact that his father has banned broccoli from his own home. A home which, I might add, is about 20 times bigger than our apartment.
I don’t remember my mom banning any smells from our home when I was growing up. Sure, when I’ve been home since I moved out post-high school, I have noticed that she prefers not to deep fry anything in the kitchen. (We spent some lovely evenings giggling together as we ran out onto the deck to drop crab wontons into the deep fryer in -20 degree weather and ran back in to blow on our hands for the requisite three minutes, only to find that the crab wontons hadn’t quite cooked in the boiling oil because it was too cold for the boiling oil to cook them.) But deep frying is really kind of a once-every-10-years kind of event anyway, so I’m not too worried about that.
I am, however, worried about never eating a home-cooked burger again. Or making my Magic Sauce. Some things are worth the smell.
Do you have any Aroma Sensitivities? Does your significant other?