Yesterday when I came home from a little shopping trip I entered my home and thought to myself, “Something stinks.” But I had groceries to unload, dinner to prepare, a short story to write and tennis to watch so I forgot about the offending smell.

Today while baking an apple crisp for some lucky guests coming to dinner tonight, I opened my baking cupboard to get out flour and came upon a nasty surprise. On top of my bag of brown rice was a bag of not just rotted, but liquefied potatoes with the most appalling smell imaginable permeating the entire cupboard space. No wonder I smelled it at the front door, it was bad. I pulled out a garbage bag, loaded the entire mess, rice and potato glop into it and marched it out to the garbage can. Garbage pickup is tomorrow–thank you, God.

Now it’s not that I’m a bad housekeeper. Really. It’s just that ever since Roger read about the Adkins diet he thinks potatoes and rice are carbs from Hell. I hardly ever get to cook them. So, don’t blame me if there are science experiments in my cupboards. Blame it on Dr. Adkins.