About two months ago I sliced a tomato in half.
One half was used to add color, flavor, and valuable nutrients to a sandwich.
The other was deposited in a small Tupperware container, stuck in the door of my fridge and promptly forgotten.
A few weeks ago, while reaching for my block of Parmesan cheese, I was reacquainted with the existence of this half-a-tomato, if it can still be called that.
I didn't take a close look. I know that it can't be pretty.
I also know that eventually I will have to pull the small Tupperware out of the door of my refrigerator and deal with the now-putrid food product therein. But for some reason I'm putting it off. I can't really explain why. I know that I can't win.
Unless I move.
Hmm.
7 comments:
What, no pictures with this post?
Just throw out the whole container. What can it cost? Two bucks? Three? Much cheaper than the doctor's visit to treat whatever flesh-eating crud you've contracted from a bacteria-laden former tomato.
Ooh, great idea.
And that has to be cheaper than moving in the long run.
I got something in my fridge that is worrying me. It looks like barbequed something. I miss Rainey. I really do.---your mom
I think you should incorporate it into your novel.
PS-I was in Corona this week (stayed at the flowers...we missed you)
My dear young cuz,
I may be about the oldest cuz you have (Patti's older), but I have actually learned a thing or two. Put the whole thing in the freezer, and just leave it there.
Love ya, Angie
Boy. I've been there. 'Nough said!
I tagged you! (see my blog)
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