Ye Olde Grease Cup

For the past few days, I’ve noticed that our kitchen has had a particularly sour odor to it.  I checked the garbage disposal, took out the trash, did all the dishes, checked the frig.  I mean, for goodness sake, we’ve only been here a week and a half!  Then today we came home from an activity, and the whole downstairs smelled sour.  Are we talking about a critter in the walls here or something?  No, no…nothing so sinister.

Raise your hand if you happen to have some kind of recepticle for grease sitting on your kitchen counter.  A tin can?  A little-used cup?  Oh, okay, maybe I’m the only gross person that keeps a cup on hand for holding greasy run-off from dinner meals.  Anyway….we kept a cup by the oven all the time in Oregon.  But now – oh, but NOW – we have discovered that all grease must be disposed of after each meal!  Because it’s too darned warm and humid in our home to keep a cup of it on the counter.  My husband followed his nose this morning and discovered the “turned” grease and promptly threw it out.  I now have a pumkin spice candle burning, and we are purging the downstairs of all icky smells. 

I do have some good news about the humidity:  so far it hasn’t thrown any of us into a hair hissy-fit.  Even my oldest daughter – the one with corkscrew-curly hair – isn’t having too bad of a time with it.  And if you’ve never heard of the antipersperant product called Certain Dri, let me preach it to ‘ya:  that stuff works!!!  Let’s just say that in our household, it’s been Houston tested, teen and parents approved.  Amen.

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