Those of you that have been reading here for a while you are probably aware that I live in the country, but there have been at least 50 new home built within a mile of my house over the last 20 years. Yes, there is more traffic and more noise, but now I’ve discovered something even more sinister about having neighbors.
It’s February. The days are getting longer and I find myself outside later every day; sometimes past dinner time. Lately I’ve been finishing tending to the animals and the smell of steak on an outside grill come wafting to my nose. Here I was looking forward to going in and cooking something and suddenly anything I intended to cook seems anemic in comparison to the smells that are coming my way from one of the neighbors.
The smell of grilled beef is probably a stronger attention getter for me than the smell of bacon. Sorry Kicki and Auntie, but it’s true. There is a reason. The smell of bacon is usually a morning smell and a reminder that after eating bacon you need to face the toils of the day. Grilled beef on the other hand is an evening smell that comes around after all the work of the day is done. You can eat your fill and relax and digest until it’s time for bed.