Last week Joi bought some ribs at our handy dandy local market. I'm not sure if this is the standard thing or if it's because we're foreign or if they were just trying to get rid of it, but she was given this free gift.
"Wrapped in the soft rays of the sun, a pleasant story."
Apparently the soft rays of the sun reek of gas. We had to wash this towel immediately because the fumes were so strong. I don't know where they were storing the towel but I sure hope it's not the same place they keep the meat.