Stinky Honey

My wife’s palate is very sharp. She can parse flavors in dishes down to the spices and the addresses of the pigs who gave their lives for the pork in our stew. With great tasting powers come great smelling powers. Which can be a blessing and a curse. “Honey,” she says while I have come in from working on a small farm we are shaping to lay next her for a brief moment, “you need a shower.”