Kevin sucks.

So, I have decided that Kevin is tactically trying to launch a longterm assault. It's not about opening the can and seeing something you'd rather not ingest. It's about the lingering smell... that has infested our house for two days now.

I was scared of what awaited me because of the sounds eminating from the solid shake.. I was anticipating beans of some kind... dreading the idea of peas or black-eyed peas... but I was in a hurry and decided stir fry was the best option... and I was going to suck it up and eat half a can of whatever solid little treats were swimming around.


This was my dinner.

This was my can.



Really? Ok, so bean sprouts and stir fry, high-five... but I'm kind of worried about the other smelly stringy things that could be in cans from China waiting on my counter. Sauerkraut and bean sprouts... huh...

I was mostly okay, until... I smelled them... and realized that in a can sprouts become... well, disgusting... much like how our trashcan now smells, because Kevin hates flowers and cupcakes, and cinnamon buns and anything else that smells good. He is a hater of pleasant smells.
I tried to contain my excitement for my sprouty dinner.