One potato, two potatoes, three potatoes, four… The smell started as a vague drift of unpleasantness. But as I cleaned off the counter, a sniff of something not quite right remained. After a few hours I came back into the the kitchen, and it smelled like a cadaver lay under the sink. A rotten potato’s […] The post The Smell Under the Kitchen Sink appeared first on When the House is Quiet.
