Yesterday was my first full day of productivity and I was feeling really good about all of the things I was getting accomplished. The only small issue I was having, tiny really, was that I currently can not stand the smell of my kitchen. Now I've never known my kitchen to have any particular smell in the past but since I've been pregnant, I can smell bar-be-que cooking six counties over. And it's not a bad smell per se, I think it's just the mix of all the different foods together that I can't take. I just know that the few times I've ventured into the kitchen, I've run out with my hand over my mouth. Don't ask me how I plan on ever going grocery shopping again.
Last week I had a craving for apple cider and while it was on the stove I discovered that the smell of apple juice and cinnamon and cloves makes me feel less nauseous. I also discovered that I couldn't actually drink the cider. Apparently the baby does not have the same fondness for hot apple cider that I do.
Yesterday I got the bright idea to make hot apple cider solely for the smell, because I didn't have any candles in the house and I wanted to clean the kitchen. Knowing I wasn't going to drink it, I was very generous with my helping of cloves. Cloves smell amazing.
Given my past history of setting things on fire, I'm not sure if I can blame what happened next on pregnancy brain or not. I totally forgot to turn the cider down from a boil and left the room. Which is how my entire kitchen filled with smoke. And subsequently smelled like burnt cider, which was completely contradictory to my plan. That's right. I was out of bed for less than 24 hours and nearly burned the house down.
And in case you were curious what it looks like when you burn apple cider, don't worry. I documented it for you.
Man, I've missed blogging. Also, I wrote this post with muffins in the oven. I feel as though there is irony in there somewhere.
