I am Sean.
And I am seriously whitefonting this one, too. Because I am also horrified. Kurtz in the jungle levels of horror.
I made rice, oh, last week. In my steamer. Like always. Went to put it away and I NEVER CLEANED IT.
Moldy rice does not begin to cover it. Well it begins, but it doesn't fully describe the horror.
I am bleaching my steamer.
And throwing it out.
Sean. *nods*
You should see the strawberries that I never got around to eating. The world was not made for single people eating.
Or forgetful people eating.
*shivers*
I have very little food (at least of the delicious-and-handy kind) and that's all I have to add. Except that I'm going to the last day of Readercon today, so there's con food to sustain me until I get to the store....
I have no food. I need to get to the store.
I may have some vegetables liquifying in my fridge at this very moment.
DH signed up for a five mile run this morning and isn't back yet. He's ran several 5Ks but never a 5 miler. I suspect he's going to be very tired when he gets back.
Tom Waits had a great line (I think it was between song patter and not a song per se) about going away for 3 weeks, coming home and finding out everything in your refrigerator has turned into a science experiment. Living single often means you don't need to go away for 3 weeks for this to happen.
But then they're not junk. They're just... food.
Exactly! I'm sure that the gourmet cheese puff is magically delicious, but for true junk food , you need the orange-y, additive and perservative laden, cheesefood product goodness that only the over-processed, straight out the greasy plastic bag (suck on it, ozone layer!) cheese puff can provide. Accept no substitutes.
You should see the strawberries that I never got around to eating. The world was not made for single people eating.
I may have some vegetables liquifying in my fridge at this very moment.
Or forgetful people eating.
O! Buffistas. Wither thou posteth, I will post; and where thou bloggest, I will blog. Where thy food rottest, mine will rot. Thy people shall be my people, and thy junk my junk.
Single forgetful people probably shouldn't eat. It's all very Darwinian.