Last week, my roommate graduated from grad school. That is, he graduated and he didn't under-graduate.
This story isn't really about him. Well, it's about him indirectly. You see, last week he had a graduation party. There was a lot of food at the graduation party and now most of that food lives on as leftovers.
This story is about leftovers.
There's a clear plastic box of mini-cupcakes tempting me from the top of the microwave. So far I have been successful at resisting their siren-song. It's mostly because they're not that good. They're a little dry and the frosting- while aesthetically pleasing- is pretty much glorified Cool Whip. Basically all they have going for them is their size. I can eat a single mini-cupcake in one bite. That used to be enough to weaken my resolve. Not any more.
Maybe I'm evolving. I'm evolved enough, at least, not to mention the half of an apple pie on the bottom rack of the fridge.
That brings me to the 3.85 lb. tub of Cub Foods potato salad on the top rack. Earlier this evening, I found myself standing in the middle of the kitchen shoveling forkloads of potato, egg and mayo from a plastic tub into my mouth.
I was not ashamed. Cub makes damn good 'tato salad. My concern is that I can't eat 3.85 pounds of potato salad before it makes that inevitable turn from edible to toxic.
I've never thrown out potato salad. Of course, I've never tackled 3.85 lbs. before. I hope I can finish it in time, because I doubt very much that I will stop short.
So this may be my last blog.
Now I must sign off because I keep dropping bits of potato on the keyboard.
Farewell.
This story isn't really about him. Well, it's about him indirectly. You see, last week he had a graduation party. There was a lot of food at the graduation party and now most of that food lives on as leftovers.
This story is about leftovers.
There's a clear plastic box of mini-cupcakes tempting me from the top of the microwave. So far I have been successful at resisting their siren-song. It's mostly because they're not that good. They're a little dry and the frosting- while aesthetically pleasing- is pretty much glorified Cool Whip. Basically all they have going for them is their size. I can eat a single mini-cupcake in one bite. That used to be enough to weaken my resolve. Not any more.
Maybe I'm evolving. I'm evolved enough, at least, not to mention the half of an apple pie on the bottom rack of the fridge.
That brings me to the 3.85 lb. tub of Cub Foods potato salad on the top rack. Earlier this evening, I found myself standing in the middle of the kitchen shoveling forkloads of potato, egg and mayo from a plastic tub into my mouth.
I was not ashamed. Cub makes damn good 'tato salad. My concern is that I can't eat 3.85 pounds of potato salad before it makes that inevitable turn from edible to toxic.
I've never thrown out potato salad. Of course, I've never tackled 3.85 lbs. before. I hope I can finish it in time, because I doubt very much that I will stop short.
So this may be my last blog.
Now I must sign off because I keep dropping bits of potato on the keyboard.
Farewell.
