Left over havoc
Oh Steve and I are terrible – he saved half a pizza at dinner to bring home. The dough didn’t rise but the toppings at least were good. I had half a baked salmon over greens in my Styrofoam container. At lunch the next day … he opened the fridge … and they weren’t there. Lo and behold, we had left them at the front door, sitting beside my purse. It is an ongoing struggle for us – remembering them at the restaurant to start, and then putting them in the fridge when we get home. More often then not, we should have just abandoned the whole thing at the restaurant rather than face the disappointment of our forgetfulness!
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