One of the bonuses of baking, aside form the fact that you get freshly baked whatever, is the smell.
Few things are as comforting as the delicious smells emanating from the oven when you are baking, unless of course you have rodents nesting in and below the stove.
I do.
So the other day when I was expecting sweet scented airs from my apple galette in the oven, I got the nasty smell of roasted rodent nests and rodent kaka, and I swore yet again that I would do something about the problem. Something. Soon.
It didn't, I am happy to report, interfere with the taste of the galette but it did deprive me of the joy of smelling baking apples in the oven.
This is war now.
No more rodents in the oven. Basta.