Been There.

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While loading up a borrowed truck to haul away yet more unwanted stuff this weekend, I kept getting hit by the all-too-distinct scent of barbeque. Now that it's above thirty degrees out, people are burning off last year's grease form their grills and getting down to, well, grilling. As a vegetarian, one would think that I would be put off by such a smell.

Nope.

Just as I'm a former smoker who still has cravings several times a day, I remember all to well the allure of meat. Most of all, I miss pork and prosciutto. The flavor of steak, not even a little. But man, the aroma of a grilling steak is almost too much too bear. Instant salivation. That smell is second only to the bouquet of KFC. Even when I was still eating meat, there was no way in hell I'd eat at a KFC. I had too many bad experiences with just feeling ashen and gross afterwards. But the smell of that place is practically irresistible. It's just spices, flour, and grease I'm smelling…but what a heavenly perfume it is.