Life sucks with no sense of smell.

In case you were wondering why I havent posted in a few days (because clearly, you have come to rely on reading my blog as a part of your morning routine and not having a new post to read has been akin to accidentally drinking decaf in the morning), it is because-- no wait. Let's do a quiz to celebrate Champagne Wednesday!

Annie has not posted here recently because:
a) I am all cooked out after Easter Brunch
b) I am worn out from my incredibly glamorous jet set lifestyle
c) I have gone vegan
d) I am allergic to spring and/or have bronchitis and can't smell anything, besides which am coughing enough to violate health code regulations in at least 3 states
e) I have been subsisting on Mr. Softee all week, and have foregone "cooking" "food"
f) I am so disturbed and disillusioned by the fact that Katie Lee is now a "celebrity chef" that I have gone on a hunger strike until someone can tell me how she qualifies as either a celebrity or a chef.

HINT: there are more than 2 correct answers and less than 6.

Answer: I think we all know which of the options would be morally and physically impossible for me. The rest are all true.

I have been coughing, sneezing, wheezing, and generally grossing everyone out for the last 5 days or so. Eating hasn't been as big of a priority as it usually is, and, I'm not going to lie, my fridge consists of leftover salted caramel frosting, some ancient zucchini, and buttermilk that I am scared to open.

The upside to this situation is that I have been feeling very svelte lately. The downside is that I have no sense of smell. This morning I made my usual bowl of oat bran, and only when I was halfway through realized that the texture was a little different. Turns out, it was whole wheat couscous. Now, while I am overjoyed to learn that I have couscous in the house, this inability to smell my way out of a bad situation is worrisome.

On the other hand, this lack of smell has made my hunger strike against Katie Lee surprisingly bearable. If she gets any more famous for such culinary wowzers as "shrimp salad sandwiches" and "buttered egg noodles" (I kid you not), I will voluntarily have my olfactory system removed, and resign myself to a reclusive, mournful life of subsisting on whole wheat cous cous.