Boardwalk? Chinese Joint? Or Just Oil?

Want to know a fabulous way to catch the eye of the hot guy at the gym?

Run on the treadmill next to him and exude the smell of cooking oil from your pores. It’s even sexier that having your entire body wafting of butter.

You think I’m joking, but seriously I’m not. I did that today … FYI oil is NOT the new “it” scent. Nowhere near “musky” enough.

Today was “deep fry” day. That’s right, we deep fried EVERYTHING in the kitchen. I’m literally surprised with didn’t take the legs off the tables and fry them as well. Cookies, fruit, crepes, brioche … you name it, we fried it.

We fried it after watching the scariest most bizarre “safety” video I’ve ever seen in my life. It freaked the living day-lights out of me. Granted I can’t watch anything above PG and stick to the “Family” and “Romantic Comedy” sections of video stores, this clip was intense. The chefs were laughing. (If you’re curious, it’s on YouTube and probably can be found under “frying accident” or “Canada frying accident” or “girl in kitchen in frying accident” … but I warn you).

I couldn’t tell how badly I smelled until exiting the room. My hair, cloths, and body reeked of deep frying oil. My skin is paying the consequences of a grease laden day but none the less, important skills.

The smell was a mixture of a cheap Chinese restaurant and the Jersey Shore boardwalk. The former I loath, the latter I love. The smell was love-hate, as were my experiences with all things that came out of our frier.

Now I’m no Paula Deen, although I do love my Southern food, but I couldn’t imagine deep-frying anything without wearing all the protective chef gear (“steel” toed clogs, long sleeves or hat) while I gander to venture that many of my guy friends would attempt to deep fry a turkey on Thanksgiving wearing nothing more than mesh shorts sans shoes.

I think the video and the smell alone would drive me to wear a full body suit. O if for no other reason to cover the smell (somewhat) and avoid the awkward stares from attractive (or unattractive) men I might pass …