I haven’t updated this site in a while for one major reason; I’ve been quite sick. But don’t worry—I’m not contagious and I didn’t eat something that had “turned” (and Lord knows how often that happens!). Simply put, I’m pregnant and experiencing what approximately 80% of pregnant women experience: nausea.
I’ve decided that I don’t rant enough here at NeverSmell, so here’s a little rant on why I hate oatmeal.
You’ve heard me talk here before about how anosmics tend to taste by texture, often preferring some foods over others based on a food’s “mouth-feel” (to borrow a term from Fast Food Nation). Well, oatmeal is one of those foods where getting the meal past my tongue is very very difficult. And if I may be blunt…
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything toilet-related here at NeverSmell (you might have noticed by now that I’m not exactly what you would call “genteel”), so I thought I’d start the Monday morning off right by talking not only about the smell of one’s urine, but the smell of one’s urine AFTER eating Asparagus. And I’m ratting out all the family members with this one, so hold on tight…this is going to be a two-flusher!
As the last article mentioned, my husband and I recently took a Caribbean cruise out of San Juan. And I have to say, it wasn’t very long before I was asking all kinds of people to describe how something smelled, most namely San Juan’s air…
I wouldn’t say that I necessarily enjoy cooking, but I do and I’m told by those who love me that I’m a fairly decent cook. And as you can imagine, cooking without a sense of smell presents the occasional difficulty. Mistakes will be made; things will burn. But I’ve got to say the most frustrating thing for an anosmic to encounter while in the kitchen is a recipe instruction that relies entirely on one’s sense of smell…
The other night as the cool autumn night air crept slowly into our rented house my husband and I crawled into bed, nose to nose, talking over the events of the day. The moonlight from the bathroom skylight lit each other faces and our talk soon deflated into gentle, sweet sleepy compliments…
Usually, I’m surprised when I find out that some object I’ve known about or used all my life has a smell that I wouldn’t think would have a smell (like markers, rubber bands, or plastic for crying out loud!). But last night I was surprised to find out that something I had assumed smelled doesn’t have much of an odor:
Since I often tell people about how my taste can be affected by the texture of food, I sometimes get the question of how color impacts food’s appeal. And I can honestly say that…
Heather Ackmann was born without a sense of smell (congenital anosmia) and constantly finds herself explaining all kinds of strange things to strangers, like eating habits, whether she uses deodorant, and whether she can "smell this." She built this website for the curious who are afraid to ask, and for the afflicted who love to share. You can read more about me here