I felt industrious and capable early this morning as I chopped red onion and red cabbage then stirred their wilting pieces in a mixture of butter and oil. My Moms in Prayer group was hosting a soup lunch for the staff at school and I wanted to contribute. Chop chop chop, stir stir stir. And the smells wafted upstairs where my husband was just waking up.

As it turns out, cooked cabbage in the morning is a little much for the non-awake crowd. To add insult to injury, cooking odors seem to travel straight from our stove to the upstairs bedrooms. Lysol to the rescue in my favorite web developer‘s office!

Fortunately, the soup itself tasted delicious. Whew.

And yet, the cabbage smell remains.