I have some type of emotional attachment to food.
Gross? definitely, but I don't know how to stop it.
Neither James or I are very big leftover people so you'd think I wouldn't have a problem getting rid of food. BUT I DO. I hold on to it because heaven forbid I throw away perfectly good food that some homeless starving child could be eating.
So then it sits in my fridge until it grows wings and gets a driver's license.
And this weekend I filled a whole garbage bag full of old food.
Farewell, my friends. At least now I know you're too gross to be eaten by even aliens.
So I don't feel as bad.

But seriously, having my fridge this clean is heavenly.

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