If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.
Best way to get rid of kitchen odors: Eat out
In those days kitchen matches were heavy-duty implementsmore like signal flares than the weedy sticks we get today. You could strike them on any hard surface and fling them at least fifteen feet and they wouldnt go out. Indeed, even when being beaten vigorously with two hands, as when lodged on the front of ones sweater, they seemed positively determined not to fail.
In the course of many centuries a few laborsaving devices have been introduced into the mental kitchen alcohol, coffee, tobacco, Benzedrine, etc. but these are very crude, constantly breaking down, and liable to injure the cook. Literary composition in the twentieth century A.D. is pretty much what it was in the twentieth century B.C.: nearly everything has still to be done by hand.
I was digging with a fork out of the kitchen drawer sewing tictacs , I didn't know what the hell I was doing. After a bit I got bored and just started burying cheap spoons to baffle the archaeologists of the future.
When Mel told his Jewish mother he was marrying an Italian girl, she said: "Bring her over. I'll be in the kitchen with my head in the oven".
Beloved-of-the-Gods, King Piyadasi, has caused this Dhamma edict to be written. Here (in my domain) no living beings are to be slaughtered or offered in sacrifice. Formerly, in the kitchen of Beloved-of-the-Gods, King Piyadasi, hundreds of thousands of animals were killed every day to make curry. But now with the writing of this Dhamma edict only three creatures, two peacocks and a deer are killed, and the deer not always. And in time, not even these three creatures will be killed.
The science of life is a superb and dazzlingly lighted hall which may be reached only by passing through a long and ghastly kitchen.
How absurd it must seem for an immortal soul to be destined for Heaven or Hell, and yet be sitting in a kitchen, as a maid, or to see oneself objectified as a mechanic! how falsely the usual sunrise waked us, the clock dial, the city street the job! How wrongfully people find themselves in these systems our time isn't there, our space isn't there, our space isn't even here... the whole social story of waking, and certainly the day of the mechanic, is false.