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Feb. 22nd, 2010 12:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguySo a lot of good things happened yesterday,
BUT
I also tried Stinky Tofu.
Stinky Tofu is without a doubt the worst thing I've ever put into my mouth, and that includes the time I mistook a friend's cigarette ash watercup for my cup of soda.
D will tell you it smelled like feet; she's being kind. When decomposing zombies walk the earth making their shambling way through the corpses of their unholy kind and the guts of their victims over the course of days and weeks, when we smell their feet D will look at me and I'll just raise my eyebrows because no words will be necessary. STINKY TOFU.
I did. not. like. this. food.
To anticipate your questions, no, I did not buy this. Someone at my table did, and D passed one down and said, "Hey, try a piece" and I did because deep in our marriage vows there's this clause about being a good sport. And I sniffed it tentatively and it was wretched, enough that everyone at the table cracked up at the expression on my face, but I crossed my fingers and popped the piece in my mouth.
Sometimes when you do that with smelly food the taste transmutes and you find you've discovered something good, or at least tolerable--escargot stuffed with brie, for example, tastes nothing like it looks or smells (thank heavens). But No. No not this time ohgod no. I swear to god the stink bloomed and intensified, like Mt. Doom erupting when the Ring hit it. I drank my entire mug of hot tea to try to wash it down. Then my entire glass of water. Then some hot sauce. Then a dumpling. Then I went home and brushed my teeth. Then I washed my hands and changed my clothes. Then I gargled with Listerine. Then it seemed to be okay for about an hour and then, somehow, I caught another whiff so I brushed my teeth again.
It's a day later and still, every now and then, I can still smell it!! I have a horrible hunch that it's like garlic and its somehow made its way into my sweat glands. THE HORROR. THE HORROR.
BUT
I also tried Stinky Tofu.
Stinky Tofu is without a doubt the worst thing I've ever put into my mouth, and that includes the time I mistook a friend's cigarette ash watercup for my cup of soda.
D will tell you it smelled like feet; she's being kind. When decomposing zombies walk the earth making their shambling way through the corpses of their unholy kind and the guts of their victims over the course of days and weeks, when we smell their feet D will look at me and I'll just raise my eyebrows because no words will be necessary. STINKY TOFU.
I did. not. like. this. food.
To anticipate your questions, no, I did not buy this. Someone at my table did, and D passed one down and said, "Hey, try a piece" and I did because deep in our marriage vows there's this clause about being a good sport. And I sniffed it tentatively and it was wretched, enough that everyone at the table cracked up at the expression on my face, but I crossed my fingers and popped the piece in my mouth.
Sometimes when you do that with smelly food the taste transmutes and you find you've discovered something good, or at least tolerable--escargot stuffed with brie, for example, tastes nothing like it looks or smells (thank heavens). But No. No not this time ohgod no. I swear to god the stink bloomed and intensified, like Mt. Doom erupting when the Ring hit it. I drank my entire mug of hot tea to try to wash it down. Then my entire glass of water. Then some hot sauce. Then a dumpling. Then I went home and brushed my teeth. Then I washed my hands and changed my clothes. Then I gargled with Listerine. Then it seemed to be okay for about an hour and then, somehow, I caught another whiff so I brushed my teeth again.
It's a day later and still, every now and then, I can still smell it!! I have a horrible hunch that it's like garlic and its somehow made its way into my sweat glands. THE HORROR. THE HORROR.
