Found that in my fridge, look at the date.
I’m also bad at forgetting about the pizza and box in the oven. The worst time was when I found one… four months later.
It was easier when I lived downtown, walk out my door and there’s 30 restaurants to choose from. I’m going to have to learn to cook this winter, necessity is the mother of all inventions and all that.
It’s just… cooking is the least interesting thing ever. Cooking is for when I’m old.