Last week, I finally, finally, finally hired some professional painters to get rid of the terrible, DIY paint jobs that the previous owners left behind. Seriously — before the paint job, my house was a cave of darkness. It was where natural light would go to die, with its dark maroon-brown living room walls and an almost-black stain on the wood paneling in the dining room. I’ve brightened the place up considerably with much lighter colors like a neutral white, a light gray, and a pale yellow. The place is so much brighter already and looks three times as big!
This marks my first “major” renovation as a homeowner. And I must say, my inexperience definitely shown through — for instance, I had no idea that it was best to let paint dry in warm temperatures. Okay, I know that it sounds intuitive when I write that now, but at the time I thought it was best to leave the windows open to get some fresh air and ventilate the place. Who cares if it was 30 (F) degrees outside! Better than breathing in toxic chemicals, right?
So with this logic, my housemates and I suffered through the first night of the paint job with the heat off and the windows open all night in below-freezing weather. Imagine my amusement when the painters walked in the following morning and promptly cranked the heat up on high. Oops. Not to mention the email from one of my housemates demanding I give him a space heater. Double oops.
On the second day, there was another mild bit of panic when one of my coworkers informed me about the harmful effects of fresh paint on small animals like my cat. Apparently some of the chemicals released from the paint are known to cause SEIZURES! I immediately panicked as I had left my cat upstairs — although he was away from the living room and dining room, he was without an open window. I was just about to hop on my bike and frantically pedal home in the middle of the work day, when Erlend called to say that his lab had ended early and he could go and check on the cat. Turns out the cat was fine and completely unaffected by everything that was going on… but still. In my defense, it did smell awful in there.
Because why does paint smell so terrible in the first place? Is it because its made of such toxic things? Which is ridiculous, considering that we cover almost every building with this stuff. And to think that I even made an effort to use water-based, low-to-no VOC paint! Good god, if this is what the environmentally friendly stuff smells like, what does the unsustainable, oil-based paint smell like???
So, enter these meringues:
These meringues were actually borne of me trying to rid the damn house of the paint’s toxic chemical smell. Sometime during the first night (yep, the night in which us fools had all the windows open in sub-freezing weather), Erlend and I were cooped in our paltry attic bedroom with scarves tied around our faces to block out the cold and the smell, I decided that it would be a good idea to bake something to combat the stench.
I whipped open my fridge and saw a pile of leftover egg whites from these burnt caramel orange custards. And what else can you do with a jar filled with leftover egg whites besides meringues? I added a couple more extremely fragrant ingredients like orange blossom extract and a whole ton of melted chocolate and voila! In no time, the wonderful, sugary smell of baking meringues was filling the air. These guys were a lifesaver.
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