Wake up and smell the onions

It's 12:40 in the Am (that's just after midnight, folks) and my hubby is cooking up a storm. The house smells of the wonderful aromas of frying onions and spices. He's cooking some spinach and beef curry so Large Hulking Son will have something to take in his lunch tomorrow when he starts taxi driving school. Another generation of Chicago cab drivers is about to begin. Hopefully, LHS will only drive long enough to work his way through college.

If you put you nose close to the computer you can smell the love.