My wife is in the kitchen right now making a Chinese dish for herself that contains the worst stench I’ve ever smelled in my life. It smells like decaying flesh on a wet summer day after blisters have formed all over your feet. I’m trying my best not to make fun of it, but it’s really, really hard to do. She plans to combine it with some noodles of some kind.
If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, please know that the fumes killed me. Call the police.
Interracial marriages are fun 🙂