So it has been well documented on my blog that I don't cook. I often graze on what ever is in my cabinets and frigid when I am left to fend for myself. I also do not know when it is inappropriate to eat days old leftovers or food that is past it's stamped sell by date. Mr. Pony does a lot of sniffing of food for me. I admit that a few times I have poured milk in my coffee only for him to open the frigid a few hours later, sniff and proceed to dump out the carton. This usually gives me an immediate stomach ache, but no real illness yet...
Well the other day I had a delightful night having sushi with a friend. We had a few pieces left so I decided I'd bring them home for Mr. Pony. I usually bring him leftovers even though he scoffs at them, but some how they disappear every time. Either he is eating them or I have a sleep walk/eating issue. (I am okay with both of these scenarios.) Anyway, I left the doggie bag in my car. Mr. Pony found it the next day and left it on our counter to remind me of my forgetfulness. I came home and dumped it in our compost bin. When he saw the open container with no sushi he thought I ate it. Can you believe that?
I can too.
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