The Sweet Smell of Success

I do much of my cooking in the early morning. I often head right from the bed to the stove so quickly that it doesn't even occur to me to change my clothes. I'll chop onions and celery and carrots and what have you while still wearing my pajamas. Right up to the moment I have to dress and run out the door to work, I continue on my daily culinary journey while dressed in my night clothes. The end result, other than whatever fine and tasty dish I've competed, is that my pajamas often take on a cooking odor. I only notice this eighteen hours later, when I'm on my way to bed, and I don't usually like it. Tonight, though, my pajamas smelled like the bacon I cooked this morning for breakfast. That's not such a bad smell at all. Makes me kind of hungry, in fact.