Ever since I finally posted that blog about repugnant ideas that make economic sense, I started thinking about some of my repugnant ways. Since I'm finally blogging now, I've decided to jump in with both feet and start making a few confessions...
This first one is about leftovers. I just confessed this one to Whatever this week, so I might as well share it with the rest of anyone who reads this blog. Unless refrigerator leftovers smell funny, taste funny, feel funny or look funny, I'll probably eat it. PLEASE NOTE: If you come to my house for dinner, all the food will be fresh. I only feed suspicious leftovers to myself. Not to you, not to Husband, not to anyone else in the family.
I've convinced myself that I have an iron stomach. It probably has more to do with the fact that I tend to eat stuff relatively soon after it's been made, otherwise it gets pushed to the back of the fridge and I forget about it until it smells, tastes, feels or looks funny.
It is likely that I will one day give myself food poisoning. I figure it won't be anything fatal, simply unpleasant. Until that time, I will continue to pretend that expiration dates and rules of thumb about when to throw something away don't apply to me.
Eat on, friend.
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Pre-run breakfast: toast and orange marmalade 28 cents
Post-run breakfast: Fancy McD's coffee $2.72?
Lunch: Chili and a mozzarella roly-poly (a melted cheese wrap thingy) 48 cents + 30 cents
Snack: Girl Scout Cookies 36 cents
Dinner: Yum, Yum, Yum: Pasta with mushrooms, asparagus and red peppers in a spicy smoked sardine-tomato sauce topped with mozzarella and a piece of toast to sop up the leftover sauce. $1.05ish
Total: $5.19
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