Playing Fridge Roulette is a Bad Idea
A week, or two, or something, I made this really awesome pasta bake. I made enough to feed a family of four with leftovers to spare. I also have no idea when exactly I made this joyous carb loaded pasta goodness. But what I do know is I made the comment to my mother just this morning that the dish was “probably past its prime.”
Then I decided to eat it for dinner because it didn’t look that bad.
And about three bites in I started doing the math. I made this dish before Becky went to sea which means it is at least over a week old. But I made it early in the week because it was before I had soccer which I have on Wednesdays and Thursdays. . .oh my God this stuff is two weeks old. I won’t even eat three day old Olive Garden and . . . ugh.
I’ve probably given myself food poisoning. I’ll let you know in a few hours. Haha. Great.
I have a whole weekend to abuse my liver and GI tract in Vegas, I seriously doubt I need to start with two week old pasta bake.
Vegas. . .two days. . .so exited