I'm not sleeping worth beans these days, partly because of the warm -- 80s -- nights we have had lately.
So I am wide awake at 2 a.m. and decide to stumble into the kitchen for a glug of Gatorade from the fridge and there, sitting on top of the stove is the Corning Ware dish full of a lovely chicken-broccoli-cheese-mayo-curry casserole I baked for dinner last night with one serving gone -- right where I had left it at 6 p.m. to cool a bit before going in the fridge.
Not interested in consuming any of the food poisoning bacteria that had no doubt bloomed in this petri dish over the subsequent eight hours, I very sorrowfully put it in the garbage.
Please, please, someone else admit they have done this so I no longer have to be only one in the annals of human history to have made this mistake.
