A strange but familiar smell stuck in my nose when I opened the fridge. It seemed to be some left-over I forgot for quite some time. I checked everything in the fridge but I couldn’t figure out where this yucky smell came from. I almost couldn’t stand opening my fridge because of it. I do have plenty of left-overs sometimes but it never happened to the extent of anything got rotten and smelled like a dead mice has been buried inside the ref. What a terrible smell! I looked in the pantry to see if there was something there that caused the smell. Nothing. I let it passed and I thought I should clean the fridge on a weekend instead.
Hubby loves to eat bread and cheese while watching TV. His midnight snacks will be bread and cheese, too. I don’t know what’s with all the cheese he eats but I don’t find any of them to be appealing or appetizing. Sometimes the cheese looks very old because of the moulds. Oh, yes, he eats moulds on cheese, haha! So when we sat watching a film, he was as usual having his cheese and bread. Surprisingly, the same smell I sniffed in the fridge was now in the living room. Whoahh! It’s the kind of cheese he bought that time. He’s had different kinds of cheese but this one really could ruin a cosy evening of films like Sleepless in Seatle or Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Huhh!
Now I can say we’re even because he doesn’t like the smell of durian which I like a lot, and I don’t like the smell of this cheese. So we’re even, hahaa! The thing is that when I’m in Davao and I want to eat durian, he can go somewhere and leave me alone just so he can avoid the smell. But here when he eats his smelly cheese, I can’t go anywhere to avoid the smell. I wouldn’t stay in the terrace especially now that’s cold, brrr! I’m stuck on his smelly French tradition cheese. Yucky!