I’m sitting in the back yard. Someone nearby is cooking teriyaki chicken on a grill.
You know that very definite combination of caramelizing brown sugar and evaporating Sake? I’m not a person who loves chicken, but the smell is making my mouth water. And it’s the middle of an afternoon. I’ve already eaten. I’m the opposite of hungry, but the teriyaki sauce cooking itself into that meat? It smells lovely.
Thanks, neighbors, for sharing the sensory joys of cooking outside.