Feeling: silly
Listening to: Blue October - Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek
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The reason I love my husband is because he is as adventurous as I am (and then some).

He doesn't want to skydive or try base-jumping. He doesn't want to run with the bulls at Pamplona or get a pet lion.

But he loves to try new food, and he loves weird Asian food. The more authentic, the better. We rarely order the same thing twice, unless it was just so amazing that we specifically crave it. And today, when we tried new things at the Thai place we love, my soup came with strange slices of something with a pink edge around it. Neon pink, meaning definitely not born in nature.

I held it up. "What is this?"

He eyed it. "Some kind of turnip?"

"Never seen a fucshia turnip before... want to try it?"

He leaned forward and obediently opened his mouth, and I hunted down another one to try myself.

I chewed. Consistency of tofu, seafood-flavored, definitely processed out the bejeezus, if the hot-pink ring around it is any indicator. "Hm. Maybe this is what they meant by fish-cake."

He nodded. "Probably. It's not bad."

See, I have a husband who will eat the Unidentified Pink Food. He even went for the weird sticky-rice dessert with mango slices (which, by the way, was awesome). Nobody on earth is as lucky as me.

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