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06 September 2007 @ 09:11 am
the house down the street  
When our schedules permit it (i.e. on tuesdays and thursdays), K. and I walk a few blocks together in the morning before our ways to work force us in separate directions. On those days, we pass a certain house one block west our own on the northern side of the street. And every time, without fail, there is a powerful smell emanating from it.

And that smell is bisque.

It's not a faint smell. It's strong. It reeks of fresh, hot bisque in a way that only a restaurant that specializes in bisque should. And this is at 8:30 in the morning! By god, surely even the most bisque-loving of my neighbors can't possibly be so addicted to bisque that they have it routinely for breakfast!

Now, a few years ago, the journal that I work for had its offices in a section of the hospital that was used for labwork. Often I would have to pass huges drums that contained such hazardous materials that they needed a several sheets of warnings about how the contents were meant to be handled. From time to time, walking the halls, my co-workers and I would smell hot soup. Some hearty vegetable soup or minestrone. And we'd find it pleasant until we remembered that the cafeteria was on the other end of the hospital (a massive building larger than the average city block). And so we came to realize (as slowly as we could!) that this smell was not in fact soup. It was some sort of lab work (probably involving human or animal materials) that smelled like soup. It took a while after we moved out of the hospital for me to enjoy the smell of soup again.

And now we have the Bisque House. No restaurants for blocks and blocks (and probably none that even sell bisque). And completely localized to this one house, from which no cooking steam seems to emerge. The smell of butter, milk, and salty seafood (yet never the smell of rotting seafood remains).

And I have to ask myself: what is going on inside this house that smells of bisque?

Listening to: Pernice Brothers - "Judy"
theballadofyoko on September 6th, 2007 01:55 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure I want to think what combination of chemicals would result in a bisque smell.

I was going to ask you which house this was, but I don't want to know that either. I don't want to be enticed by faux-bisque!
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: turqoise scareassmonkeydiary on September 6th, 2007 01:58 pm (UTC)
Heh... it's right around the corner from you! The bisque is gonna get you!
xterminal on September 6th, 2007 02:09 pm (UTC)

It can take all damn day to make a good bisque.

They're getting an early start.

(This reminds me: I have not made lobster bisque in way, way too long. I need to make a roadtrip to Maine sometime soon.)
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: Luke Cheuh & Teresa MTZassmonkeydiary on September 6th, 2007 02:11 pm (UTC)
I've been craving lobster myself. Fortunately I'm going up to New England in october.
a foxy vixen, so illustriousgloriamunty on September 6th, 2007 02:24 pm (UTC)
God I love those shoes...
Diary of an Ass Monkey: declan:  blue tickleassmonkeydiary on September 6th, 2007 02:32 pm (UTC)
Heh... that reminds me that I forgot the "Declan" tag.
...: Count Blood Countwyndebreaker on September 6th, 2007 02:36 pm (UTC)
Jeffrey Dahmer's neighbors always complained that his apartment smelled like someone was cooking chili.

We all know how that turned out. Beware and don't be deceived by your nose!

Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: emotional monkeyassmonkeydiary on September 6th, 2007 02:41 pm (UTC)
See, this is exactly the sort of thing I'm worrying about!
Professor Mortis: Timprofessormortis on September 6th, 2007 03:29 pm (UTC)
Now that is scary-be a careful monkey, man. Don't get too Curious like that George fellow-I hear he disappeared in Texas in the 70s.....

Great pic.
Diary of an Ass Monkey: library: curious georgeassmonkeydiary on September 6th, 2007 03:31 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous) on September 6th, 2007 03:33 pm (UTC)
Creeeeepy. Imagine if the people in that house *are* up to shenanigans. They might get away with it, if not for you meddling kids!

Y'know, my catholic high school had a community service project requirement for graduation, so I decided to volunteer at a local ER. When I had to go down to get stuff from the basement-y area, sometimes there'd be a smell that I kinda vaguely thought might have been warm...cookies? Wasn't sure. Suspicious. Turns out it was the smell of bloody instruments being cleaned off and autoclaved. So, that was unsettling.


Diary of an Ass Monkey: comics: monkey typingassmonkeydiary on September 6th, 2007 03:36 pm (UTC)
If I wasn't busy with other projects, I might have to try my hand at "The Mystery of Bisque House."
d_eggman69d_eggman69 on September 6th, 2007 06:35 pm (UTC)
Geez, feeling a little paranoid are we? Maybe they just run a catering service from home, or perhaps the Soup Nazi has returned from exile in Argentina... NO BISQUE FOR YOU!
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: purple slapassmonkeydiary on September 6th, 2007 07:01 pm (UTC)
I've entertained that notion, but if that were the case, I feel fairly certain their garbage would reek of shellfish remains.
zantimisfit on September 6th, 2007 07:28 pm (UTC)
What you smelled in the hospital was the media used fro growing cultures (bacteria and such). Sometimes the media is stored as a solid and it is warmed up to liquefy it and then it is put into Petri dishes. When it warms up it smells strongly of chicken broth. I know this because I used to work in a microbiology lab (but I am not a scientist). The smell is simultaneously enticing and revolting.
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: angel and the apeassmonkeydiary on September 6th, 2007 07:31 pm (UTC)
Hey, cool! That's much better than what my fearful imagination was coming up with. Thanks.
zantimisfit on September 6th, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
Oh, and it just so happens that many nutrient media are made from chicken or beef. In liquid form it is referred to as "broth".