I love food that makes your breath smell like death. You name it. Garlic, onions, coffee, sauerkraut, stinky cheeses (the stinkier the better!), everything. I'm thankful that I'm already married so I don't need to suppress the desires for these delicacies to which I might sporadically yield. (Dear Beloved Sergio, this is how you properly use "sporadic" in a sentence). Not that I hid my tastes from Sergio during our courtship but I have a feeling that as I mature in age (much like a fine and stinky cheese), my appetite for such indulgences will increase.
Basically, Sergio's stuck. But then, it is a two-way street. Looking forward to every minute! :)
What it means to be a woman, a wife, and a student, from a sinner that's still learning.
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