Just now, Steady was heating some soup on the stove. The most familiar smell, a smell clearly from my childhood, came wafting over to the couch where I was sitting. It smelled like my mother's kitchen... I was trying to figure out why I would associate canned, organic Southwestern Vegetable Soup with my mother's cooking when he said...
"I am turning this off. I don't know what is down there, but the burner should not be smoking."
Something's burning... that's why it smells like Mom's cooking!
She's gotten much better since the days when she used to burn hard boiled eggs. The cooking started improving approximately when I went to college.
