I love my wife, but I still do not understand why she tries to make me eat food I do not like. She loves squashes of all types and I hate them. Sometimes she makes dinner, I think, just to spite me. "Oh, I'll make RR's favorite Chile de Arbol spiced chicken with pasta and a light oil sauce...but then I'll dump a pound of sliced, not cooked all the way spaghetti squash into the pasta at the last minute and mix it all up."
This is usually followed by me, slowly picking out the squash and throwing it away with disgust. My wife usually responds, "You know vegetables are good for you." To which my response is something like, "Well, let me know where there are some, because there aren't any here."
Squash is good for two things. Carving Jack-O-Lanterns, and shooting out of cannons.
Oh and I just remembered, I HATE water chestnuts. Eww. Let's make something that tastes like cardboard, has the texture of wet drywall, and we'll use it to fill up half of the Chinese dishes you order. Fuck water chestnuts.