Dear Blog Readers:
Today I admit that eating leftovers has its limits. There, it's in print. Remember the pasta part of the unsatisfactory bean and pasta soup? That went into my freezer, to be removed and repurposed at some point in the future? Well, I repurposed it into some Vegetarian Chop Suey. Now, you would think that the very same person who wrote a whole tirade on how you really can't make good pastry without a fat is the now the exact same person who tried to make a beef and macaroni casserole with no beef and recycled macaroni. Let me spell it out for you. N. A. S. T. Y. What's that? Naaaaaaaaasty. How was it? NASTY! And yet it sits in my lunch bag right now, along with some corn muffins that are even more bricklike than the edible doorstop, which I actually finished off. I feel like I need to have a Guy Fawkes Day just for my leftovers. TLC can even come over and do a reality show about my food hoarding, and if they pay me enough I'll pretend to have a breakdown watching the show crew go through my freezer. If they pay off my student loans, I'll even pretend to have a breakthrough and let them come back six months later to film me eating single servings of things so they can dub that music over it that they usually play in made for tv movies during the part where the mother and daughter are reunited. You know, a bittersweet piano solo with maybe some windchimes thrown in at the end. Anyway, today is the day that I admit that there are worse things than thowing out more than one serving of food. Like eating it for a week and hating every minute of it and then eating out, which definitely does NOT save money.
Today I admit that eating leftovers has its limits. There, it's in print. Remember the pasta part of the unsatisfactory bean and pasta soup? That went into my freezer, to be removed and repurposed at some point in the future? Well, I repurposed it into some Vegetarian Chop Suey. Now, you would think that the very same person who wrote a whole tirade on how you really can't make good pastry without a fat is the now the exact same person who tried to make a beef and macaroni casserole with no beef and recycled macaroni. Let me spell it out for you. N. A. S. T. Y. What's that? Naaaaaaaaasty. How was it? NASTY! And yet it sits in my lunch bag right now, along with some corn muffins that are even more bricklike than the edible doorstop, which I actually finished off. I feel like I need to have a Guy Fawkes Day just for my leftovers. TLC can even come over and do a reality show about my food hoarding, and if they pay me enough I'll pretend to have a breakdown watching the show crew go through my freezer. If they pay off my student loans, I'll even pretend to have a breakthrough and let them come back six months later to film me eating single servings of things so they can dub that music over it that they usually play in made for tv movies during the part where the mother and daughter are reunited. You know, a bittersweet piano solo with maybe some windchimes thrown in at the end. Anyway, today is the day that I admit that there are worse things than thowing out more than one serving of food. Like eating it for a week and hating every minute of it and then eating out, which definitely does NOT save money.
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