When I was in high school, my best friend came over to my house one day during summer break and we attempted to cook all of our favorite Chinese takeout dishes which, of course, included egg rolls. I’d never worked with cabbage before, and as we sat at the kitchen counter tediously grating a ridiculous amount of cabbage on box graters, a foul odor descended over the kitchen like the dirtiest pair of gym socks in the universe. “Oh my gosh,” I thought to myself, “what in the world is wrong with her?” Of course I didn’t want to embarrass her by saying anything, so I attempted to breathe solely through my gritted…