Maybe tonight I will make some pesto, because if that spinach is still good it won’t be for long! I hate throwing away food but I am terrible at keeping track of when it goes bad. If shrimp is on sale, we’ll have shrimp pesto pasta! Or something! I want to try to make fish at some point, but I might save that for tomorrow night. Perhaps. I dong know! Melty brain! I love you!

It’s true, she is terrible at keeping track of the contents of the fridge.  I used to think that a fridge’s crisper was for fruits and vegetables, but when I tried to use it for its intended purpose, Lindsey would yell at me because she forgets to check down there.  You know, out of sight, out of mind.  So stuff would go bad and it’d be my fault.  Now we have beers down there taking advantage of all the extra humidity and stuff still goes bad.

Since Lindsey buys groceries, I don’t care as much when things go bad.  I almost think it’s kind of cute when a Tupperware container of sauce starts growing mold, like a science project.

But even if I were buying groceries, how could I stay mad at someone who says “I dong know?”   Or someone who wants to cook me so much delicious food?   I can’t!

She’s still the best.