Oh yes. The whole house. It's in every pore! I should walk outside for like 10 minutes just so I can walk in and be overwhelmed by the pure yumminess of the smell when it hits me.
I live in Texas and have the audacity to make what I call chili. I was informed by one of my former Boston small group members that you don't put BEANS in chili. He then warned me not to go down to Texas servin' this up as "chili". Then he ate a bowl of my meatless 4 bean chili and he shut the hell UP. Pshyeah! And let me tell you, I'm livin' down here with native Texans. And native Louisianna-ites (what do you call them?). Two of my close friends are from Texas and their parents are from Mexico. You think that scared me off? No sirree BOB! I made up some of my meatless 4 bean chili and invited them all over. I gave them my caveat of my timid New England pal's warning. And then they sat down and ate. Then they had seconds. Most of the guys had thirds.
So Texans might not put beans in their chili. But I do. And I have a huge-mungous stock pot full of it right now. Just sitting on the stove. Cooling down to a temperature that won't make my whole fridge sweat when I put it in there. After it's had a whole day for all the spices, garlic, onions, and 3 different kinds of peppers to permeate the whole thing...there will be gorging. Oh yes. We will gorge ourselves on my break-all-the-rules chili. Complete with flour tortillas, Colby cheddar and sour cream. And there will be much rejoicing.
And farting. I used 3 HUGE cloves of elephant garlic. When it was all cut up into large chunks, I estimated it to be equal to about 12 cloves of regular garlic. Oh yes, there WILL be farting.
Want some? Y'all come on over!