Super Sunday

I made a full breakfast this morning.  You know, the works - eggs, grits, bacon, biscuits.  But I'll confess that I didn't make the biscuits from scratch like normal.  I was given this box of South Carolina foods - grits, cornbread mix, and biscuit mix.  Well, we've already eaten the grits.  So I figured I'd try out the biscuit mix this morning.

Well, let's just say, we aren't crazy about this mix.  The mix worked fine.  They rolled out fine.  Even cooked just fine.  The issue was the "butter flakes" in the mix.  I didn't realize they were in the mix until I was mixing it up.  It smelled funny to me, but frankly EVERYTHING smells funny to me.  They looked fine but I took one bite and they tasted like they smelled.  T ate them, but later admitted they tasted funny.

Now, if you normally buy packaged biscuits with butter in them, I'm sure you'd think these were awesome.  But since I haven't bought anything with flakes of anything in it since I found out that I was allergic to everything, well, these just didn't taste right.

The real problem is that the house smells like those stupid biscuits.  So in an effort to get the smell out of the house, I am actually going to make the carrot cake that I've been wanting to (but been to lazy to) make for the last 2 weeks.  And that makes this a SUPER Sunday... not that other thing I'm sure you thought I was referring to.

I'm now motivated by smells, not desire or want.  Can someone tell me if I will ever be able to walk into a room and not smell everything that's ever happened there before?