I love my girlfriend with my entire soul, but her cooking is a legitimate hazard to gastrointestinal health. She recently discovered cooking Instagram reels and has taken up culinary experiments with immense enthusiasm. The issue? She undercooks lentils, burns garlic till it's bitter charcoal, and dumps arbitrary combinations of cheese and peri-peri masala into traditional dishes. Worse, she stands over me with sparkling eyes watching my every bite, asking, "Kaisa laga baby?" I have spent the last three weekends suffering acute food poisoning and running to the bathroom every twenty minutes. I don't want to crush her enthusiasm or make her feel insecure, but my digestive system cannot withstand another batch of fusion pasta. How do you delicately tell your partner that their cooking is destroying your internal organs without ending the relationship?