|thanks to Martin Cathrae|
Sadly no it was far more basic than that. We were in the direct path of the community sausage sizzle, this time raising funds for the WA Migraine Association.
|thanks to Jo Peattie|
Fearing a relapse, particularly by my vegan friend who’d only recently denounced meat, I quickly turned the group around and propelled them towards the safety of the vegetarian’s car. I knew we’d be safe in there.
Only last week a cat had been trapped inside the car overnight and the resulting odour was so intense that even after a weeks cleaning and three bottles of Chanel's finest we still had to drive around with all the windows down.
- I can understand the reaction of the meat lover, but what about the vegetarian and vegan? Was it simply the recollection of childhood memories, when eating involved inhaling anything put in front of you without needing to contemplate the dietary or political ramifications of each morsel. Or was it simply the irresistible smell of fried onions?
- One thing to be thankful for is that the smell of blistering sausages oozing fat, doesn’t trigger migraine attacks, or there would have been a lot of very disappointed shoppers that day.