Let me tell you, the large, bald one has gone and done it now! This week she introduced the most offensive apparatus yet. If I’m being honest, I am still reeling, 3 days after the fact. Allow me to start at the beginning.
It was a Thursday evening and Michele was spending more time in the kitchen than usual. I lifted my little cat nose into the air but could not detect any usual smells. I heard the sink running for an extended amount of time, but I could tell the pressure level was too high for comfort in drinking or even watching. I remained in my spot, perched on the arm of the couch, alert, yet relaxed at the same time.
This is when it happened. The Sound. It started as a low gurgle and then quickly developed into a forceful hiss. The hissing bordered on high-pitched but never quite developed into anything more than the sound of rushing air.
At first, I froze. I felt scared but was also sleepy enough that my “flight” response did not fully kick in.
As the sound continued, ebbing and flowing in intensity, my body relaxed just enough to raise my head and take another whiff of the air. This time my nose was greeted with one of the most pleasant smells I have yet to encounter in one of Michele’s kitchens. It smelled slightly sweet, with a density to its character, suggesting the food was high in protein.
I remained in position on the couch, in a state of pure ambiguity as I tried to sort out my feelings regarding the new apparatus. What do I make of the device which sounds so scary, yet smells so good?
As of this afternoon, the jury remains out.
MICHELE’S ADDENDUM: Well, in the way of nomad adventures, this week was a total bust. The most exciting thing that happened, was digging out the pressure cooker and preparing a whole chicken for the week. It’s been a while since I’ve cooked with anything aside from a frying pan.