Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Good German Cooking

I was about two steps out of the kitchen at work, when I smelled what I thought was warm sour kraut with maybe chopped up pieces of koscher pickles in it, and I said to myself ahh, the smells of home. I have an aunt who was born in Germany, and when I was a kid, she'd always make something like that when she came to visit, or we visited her. She's fun, and she's sane, and she's an awesome person, and I love her oodles of noodles, so it was a great censory recall moment that gave me a warm fuzzy.

Three steps later, I realized that was just the smell of the garbage juices emminating from the two large garbage cans on the other side of the water cooler.

Talk about ruining my day.


Blogger Abby said...

Oh! Sorry to hear about your unpleasant realization. However, it's a sweet memory about your aunt.

7:56 PM  

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