Mmmmm...I just love the smell of burnt bacon as it seeps into every single nook and cranny of my home, leaving it's lingering scent in any fabric it come in contact with.
I do hope you noted the sarcasm dripping from that last sentence.
I started bacon and walked away to check on the children, ending up sitting on the floor singing songs with them. As I saw smoke coming from the kitchen, I realized what I had done. I ran in there and took the skillet right outside, it was too late, the smoke was already running rampant. Of course, it's cold out so I can't open windows with the children here. I can't even turn on the vents because the wood burner is going and it will draw in the smoke from that. *sigh*
I guess I could always burn a maple candle and it could smell like breakfast in here. *sigh*