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Showing posts with label waffles. Show all posts

Monday, December 14, 2009

I love your perfume...Eau de IHOP?

Our office manager is a very interesting person who thinks way, way outside the box (even though I hate that saying I'm using it here.) Today, for instance, we had our little holiday...brunch.

For $16 each, she hired a chef to come in and make us all omelets and waffles. And let me tell you it was G-O-O-D, GOOD. I love breakfast above and beyond all other meals. I've actually eaten it three times in a day on more than one occasion.

This love affair probably goes back to Sunday mornings growing up when the old man would bust out the cooking skills (apparently, when they were first married, my mom could and did burn water) and make the family breakfast after church. Also, later on in the Marines, along with getting your mail you could almost always count on a hot breakfast. Not necessarily a "good" hot breakfast, but a meal to get you going.

Eggs? Love 'em scrambled, fried hard and most especially of all in an omelet (for those of you who like sunny side up, take your runny-assed eggs outta here). Bacon and sausage? Yes, please, both by the pound. Pancakes? Stack 'em up high. Waffles? Oh, God YES! With butter and syrup or whipped cream and strawberries (heck, why not all four? It'll be a party in your mouth).


Which brings us to the point of this post. Not one, but both of the women who work on either side of me mentioned as the party ended and we headed back to our offices, "I smell like IHOP." That brought me up short and I had to think, "Well, what's wrong with that?" That smells pretty darn nice. It reminded me of a study where researchers were trying to find out what smells men thought were sexy. The winner? The smell of hot cinnamon rolls was the favorite among men going away.

Now I'm not saying you'd want to wear it all the time ladies, but if someone comes up with a perfume that evoked IHOP or Waffle House or even the Denny's never-ending breakfast bar in the primitive primate portion of our less-evolved brains...Well, there's not much a guy would refuse you.

What do you think? Tell me in the comments what your favorite meal is and what, if any, scent could inspire you to do things you wouldn't normally do.