So Peter cooked ostrich for his dinner last night, for the first time ever, and when I got in the car next to him around midnight, when he picked me up from a late concert in NYC, I could smell a strong, cheeselike aroma, kind of like old socks - well, when I got in the house, that smell was in the kitchen and living rooms, too - we're just not used to the smell of cooked ostrich. Yikes!
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