Wore my hazmat energy for a full week straight, thought the sour mash smell was just part of my personality now. Even my dog refuses to sit in the kitchen, and that little guy eats garbage out of the alley. I tried every trick online, baking soda bowls, vinegar sprays, even lit a dozen scented candles all at once. It just mixes with the yeast funk and makes it smell like a fruity basement. Had to deep clean every single cabinet and pull out the fridge just to find a spilled jar of old starter that had grown its own little ecosystem. Honestly at this point I'm just leaning into it and telling guests it's a rustic sourdough aroma, cheaper than a brewery tour.

Man, a dry sidewalk is literally a sponge for all the grime and dog stuff that's been tracked around all day. That's wild that he's walking around fine, his gut must be made of actual iron. Still, I'd rather eat my fries from the bag than gamble on "clean enough" pavement.