when you absolutely reek of roux and you sit down in a doctor's office, and just as you're noticing the stench oozing from your every fiber, not one, but two (!) people comment on how good you smell.
Gotta love my fellow brown gravy eaters.
This happened this morning as I was waiting in my chiro's waiting room. Jason and I had been cooking chicken stew all morning -- browning the chicken, cooking the onions and garlic down, etc. -- and apparently no amount of perfume I applied in the car would mask the distinct smell of roux. Anywhere else and people would've thought I smelled so bad I hadn't taken a bath in a week. But not in Lafayette, Louisiana, baby. I smelled good enough to make their stomachs growl.
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