best laid plans

So, the hoosband is making chicken curry for himself, and it's scenting the whole house. I'm not especially fond of the scent of curry, though the exhaust fan is dealing, mostly, at least to the point it's bearable. I like eating curry a lot more than smelling it. Unfortunately, it has potatoes, which are nightshades, and along with tomatoes and peppers, I can't eat them. Well, I can, but I'd pay for it for days after. Not worth it.

So, I'm having a spinach and mushroom omelette, with every cheese we have in the house. Except... *Somebody* left this container of roasted almonds by my chair, and now *someone* seems to have eaten, um, quite a lot of them, one after the other. Now, who on earth let that happen, I wonder?