I have a sharp sense of smell. I can smell, from afar, if all the masalas in my curries have blended well for that perfect aroma. Enough said.
A few months ago, when I got back home in the evening, I could smell something milky at the doorstep. I sniffed appreciatively. Looked like one of my neighbours was making something with a milk base.
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The next morning, when I walked out the door, the same smell wafted in the air. I sniffed, this smelled different. Maybe a little like yoghurt. Maybe the neighbour was trying to condense the milk or make cottage cheese.
Day 3, the smell was stronger and not so nice. Had the neighbour put ‘the milky condensed yoghurt, cottage cheese ‘ dish out to dry or something?
Day 3 evening, the smell was unbearable, unbearable to the point that I wanted to puke.
What could I do? I walked towards the store room cupboard, to take out a new cereal box. This store room is right next to our main door.
I opened the store room and ughhhhhh! The stench was from my store room.
The smell of curdled milk hit me with such force.
I quickly ran to get a towel to cover my nose, and then started the process of discovery.
One of the tetrapaks of milk had puffed up and burst, the said ‘milk-yoghurt-cottage cheese’ had flown down the cupboard like a river.
Believe me, it took some cleaning. For days afterwards, I could feel the smell in every pore of my body. It was as if the whole thing had permeated my skin.
Hmmmm….so much for the milk-based dish !