I had the house to myself for the first time since we arrived in Seattle. Sweet delicious solitude just over 2 months coming.
NIN flying through the speakers, the kitchen looks fabulous. Time to take on the cast irons. Heat on high, just enough water to loosen the foodstuffs. Looking clean, drain, keep temp on high and add bacon fat.
I should go watch some pr0n. Turn music down, turn off lights and I'm in the TV room. Nubile younglings at work...
what's that smell?
ah yes, the smoking cast irons in the kitchen. As I remove both pans from the stove the eyes start smoking. Twice as much smoke! and the kitchen window is open, the cool night air delivering the smoke to the entire house.
I guess there is a reason I haven't been alone in 2 months.