And They were Living in My fridge
In case you don't know what you are seeing, the term is
'COOLING GARBAGE."
I put it off as long as possible.
Why do we put leftovers in there? We know their ultimate destination is the garbage can. Is it guilt? Waste not, want not?
Full to the maximum capacity and nothing for dinner. I'd like to see a show of hands for all who have experienced this phenomenon.
How about, looked once, looked twice, and still went back a third time to see if anything has appeared in there since the last time you looked.
Deed is done. I cleaned it. I thought I spotted Elvis's blue suede shoes in the cream cheese. Does that count as a sighting?
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My W.V. = abdum (as in, my abdum really hurts from sitting too long.)
I do know some that don't even give leftovers a chance, they go straight to the trash. . .
You are not alone in the leftover overwhelmness (is this even a word? lol). . .
bleck.
Much to the hubby's dislike of the practice, I do recall Karl VS sitting with his nose at table level, drooling, and waiting for some tidbit. Which, of course, would later fuel his next favorite activity..... f a r t i n g.
I have a terrible time throwing leftovers away. If I go to a restaurant, I always have a doggie bag. It always go in the fridge and somehow cold egg rolls or leftover asian salad just do not seem appealing to me the next day.
I also have lots of veggies this time of year from my garden. My neighbors are getting savvy to the fact that they should not open the door to me if I have a sack in my hand. I can no longer foist extra tomatoes off on them. I have canned everything I need for the Winter. I was told by the food bank that they no longer take "garden food." So, it goes in my fridge. I have lots of limp vegetables in there. They all look vaguely phallic and sort of repulse me. I don't think I can eat a limp zucchini.
Fodwox!
My Word Ver. SUGZIX....a sugar substitute.
I am a repeat offender as well. I like to test the boundaries of the Best Before dates on almost everything I buy.
My worst habit is hanging onto loaves of bread until the get up and walk themselves to the trash.
Let's just say that I think you're brave for posting that pic.
But I am not brave enough to take a photo and publish it. :)