Today I decided with the success of last week's potato soup to do the same kinda crock pot veggie soup deal with some broccoli I had in the fridge. Big mistake. I threw my veggies in, put The Kid down for a nap, and hopped in the shower. When I got out, I went "Sniff, sniff? What is that awful smell? I think the garbage is really ripe." Then I thought, "Could the garbage really rippen that quickly? I was only in the shower a couple minutes." And then, "Wait, we have those stupid Febreeze garbage bags, so the garbage should not smell like that."
Nope. Not the garbage. My soup stinks something fierce. I thought about turning it off and not trying to make it, but it was already going. By this point in the day (5pm) I am very much not looking forward to this soup since I have been smelling the stinkyness all day. Mr Danger is out of town again this week, which is probably for the best so no one else has to try and breath in this danged stinky house today.