Chris decided to break in the stove top cast iron smoker I got him for Christmas with a recipe for homemade beef jerky. (yes, I agree. Ick! Yuck! But, the guy loves his beef and if he's happy, then I'm happy.)
Meanwhile, Aidan decided to bust out with round twenty of yet ANOTHER bout of a stomach bug and vomit all over the upstairs carpet. I think he managed to hurl everywhere except, of course, in his tiled bathroom or the toilet.
Combine the smell of smoked cured beef with buckets of vomit and it's enough to make me want to self induce some vomiting. It's a bad smell. A very bad smell. It's a smell that refuses to dissipate despite the numerous lit candles, the jillion spent Lysol wipes and the freezing cold open windows.
This may keep us from having people over for quite some time.
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