“WHAT IS THAT AWFUL SMELL??” my husband blurted out dramatically as he walked into the house, “Is that the dog or is something cooking?“

Men..(God love ’em) they just can’t seem to help it. A stray thought bubbles into their sweet little heads and pops out of their mouths like verbal flatulence.  The built-in, cognitive bouncer normally patrolling their lips  reverts from full time security guard at work to unreliable volunteer at home thereby giving offensive remarks a slippery chute right over the tongue and out onto life’s “dance floor..”

But it’s OK, my husband and I have been married for over 35 years so I don’t tango over dumb stuff like this anymore..

And guess what?  The house DID stink.

Why?

Well, what started out as chicken noodle soup morphed into a healthy (but smelly) concoction that included everything from kale to mushrooms. I was watching “CHOPPED” on TV where contestant chefs make meals out of  disgusting ingredients so I may have felt emboldened to empty our fridge and scrape the barnacles off our boat. (Just kidding about the barnacles.)

We ate it..it wan’t awful..but about 2 hours later we started discussing taking a trip to Coldstone for ice cream. So much for healthy, stinky eating.