I had just assumed that the foil wrapped thing in the freezer was a portion of meat for MP, but it turns out to be some dumb cornbread-type thing that I was too cheap to send to the compost but probably never intended to eat anyway. Not OK!
Chicken soup, then. Totally good to have on hand.
I’d already cracked a couple eggs into the chicken soup bowl when lucky MP found some leftover lamb burgers from the other night.
With me, if something is not in a totally clear container, it does not exist. This one was actually in a glass thing but had a foil cover so it didn’t register. (This is the level we’re dealing with.) MP had to poke at it with her nose for me to notice. Since it was just a little piece and I don’t really eat meat alone (I know this is dumb), I just gave her the burger leftovers with her “In the end, it’s not so bad at all” dinner.
I knew this would happen tonight, too.
Injera! They make ridiculously awesome treats. Soft and moist and easy to tear and not messy at all. I can tear off a piece and put it in my pocket (you should see me when I walk MP) and it doesn’t crumble or smear or stink or anything. No compost in the pants! And I’ll say moist again. That’s pretty important.
I know no one cares, but It actually took me until a few years ago to be able to look at injera because of the many, many holes on one side. I get weirded out by some stuff, and one of them is “lots of holes packed tightly on a surface, whether uniform or irregular.” Honeycombs—forget it.
Anyway, I’ve always liked the taste of injera, so I would totally eat it and even buy it. However, it was very hard for me to look at it without being really creeped out. Now, for some reason, I’m over it.
Guess what’s inside.