The last couple of days, I have learned how important my senses are for the way I operate.
First, I’m too impatient to sit and watch water boil. Nor can I bear to wait (like a good cook) when things bake in the oven.
I have to get back to my other projects. I knew this, but didn’t realize how much I depended on my sense of smell to do my baking until the last few days… when I’ve had a cold from Hades that’s blocked all sense of smell. So, my family has endured a cabin filled with smoke, alarms blaring and scorched meals. All because the 7-year-old escorted the latest variety of “crud” home from the public school system. Continue reading