Working near the kitchen has its advantages, but lately, I’ve found that immersion in work can be a bad thing if there are pots on the stove.
Far, far away, there will be an unusual sound, like a neighbor puttering with a new power tool. But no, it is the pot of steamed something that has simmered down to zero liquid, and is in the process of scorching the pot bottom. I’ve never lived in a house where the kitchen odors were detectable in the kitchen itself. Outside or at the back of the house, any creature with a nose would have been quite alarmed.
Today, I put on some water to boil, then slipped in a few tomatoes so that their skins would peel more easily. Usually, this takes just a few seconds, depending on the kind of tomatoes. Then I became absorbed in the doings on my monitors. Several minutes later, I run to the rescue of some very mushy tomatoes.
It’s a good thing they are going into a pasta sauce.