My Kitchen Smells Like Ballsack

It's really weird, but in the past couple months a LOT more people have been reading here. I don't know why, either. I'm not any more funny and random than I've ever been, make of that what you will.

It's possible today's title will draw some unwanted attention. 
Equally possible is the idea that regular readers will do a double take, shrug and remember that I'm nothing but inappropriate these days.

In this case, though, I'm not even talking about something that's NSFW.

About 15 years ago, Eric and I tried a low carb diet. 
We both lost weight but we felt like shit. My brain was sluggish, my digestive system just... stopped. It wasn't worth it to me.

One of the low carb recipes that he really liked was chicken thighs with a balsamic vinegar and butter glaze. Of course we immediately began referring to it as Ballsack Chicken.

I don't care for it, but once in awhile I cook it for him. Since I'm not working much this summer, I have cooked several times. Made lasagna a couple weeks ago. Yum.

Cooking an evening meal is not my job during the school year. 

I don't get home until around 7 most evenings, it's a bit of a drive and my last kid is usually not picked up until 6 or a couple minutes before. After the pick up, we wheel the carts back into our storage area, put away the electronics (phone and tablet... we sign kids in and out electronically)  and lock things up. So it's usually about 6:15 by the time I walk out and drive for 35 to 55 minutes to get home.

Most of the time I eat a small dinner anyway. More of a snack than anything. Helps me have fewer issues with my stomach at night.

So I did work yesterday, at the office. I was out of there about 3, and although traffic was shit, I still had time to stop by the grocery store to pick up a couple ingredients and then come home and cook dinner for him. 

He appreciated it.

I made a stir fry for myself, in case you wondered. 

I know little bits of information like that are super important.
::snort::

But when I got up this morning feeling kind of crappy (between the sore feet and aching joints I get from being up and down and up and down and walking back and forth into our warehouse space moving boxes and the small fever I seem to have for no damn reason because school is OUT and I'm not in the middle of a germ factory every day so why am I sick, dammit) and walked into the kitchen, that smell was horrendous. 

Couldn't help snickering at the idea that my kitchen smells like ballsack, though.
What does your kitchen smell like?