I love the smell of glue. It’s sweet and tangy. They are gluing new panels in the kitchen and offered to open the windows (they probably smell this stuff on a regular basis so the suggestion was probably based on the concern for their health than for mine.) I said no.
“Nice occupational hazard,” I said. They gave me a “huh” look – either the concept was new to them or the glue has done its job after all.
We were going to make steak tonight. But now that I think about it, no point seasoning the meat with the glue particles circulating around the kitchen. Some things are better served separately. Each deserves their own limelight.