What Is This? Ass Soup? Can I Get The Recipe?

If I could give my wife Emily one gift, it would be the abilty to not criticize herself so much. But when the following conversation goes down, there's not much I can do to help her.

We were in the kitchen together tonight and I was warming up some leftover soup for dinner. This soup was some corn chowder she made a few days ago. As I was putting the soup from the tupperware into my bowl we had a conversation that starts in typical fashion in this household.

Emily: Did you fart?

Mike: NO! (Incedulous that could suggest such a thing)

Emily: Then why do I smell something like ass?

Mike: I don't know. Is it this?

And I put my bowl of soup that she made under her nose for her to smell.

Emily: Yeah. That's what it is.