OH MY GOD. WHAT ARE MY NEIGHBORS DOING TO ME?!

It's 11:02 p.m. and they're cooking something that seems utterly divine. I can smell something from the celery or celeriac family and the faint tang of tomatoes and the rich sweetness of pork and I am absolutely dying of starvation smelling this from my opened windows. HEY NEIGHBORS: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? STOP COOKING. THIS IS LIKE, DAY ONE OF MY NEW DIET AND YOU ARE ALREADY RUINING IT.