Hand-me-down Food is Not Okay

For as long as I've known Steve, he's been surrounded by people who give him random food that they've made or grown. He has no intention of eating this food most of the time. But he brings it home and shows it off and then just lets it sit. For days. For weeks. Whatever.

This morning, while going through the cabinet looking for something, I came across this poor, sad, lonely baked good thingy.

I'm not eating it.
I know Steve's not eating it.

It's been in there for at least two days.
Just waiting.

Who will throw it out first? Me? Or Steve?

We all know the answer to that.

Before I flung it into the trash, I of course had to photograph it. Why would he save this? What did he think was going to happen to this? At the very least, put this shit in the super small snack size bag you put your oversized onion in, Husband.

Spaghetti Sauce Surprises

Full disclosure: Steve makes the best spaghetti and meatballs around. I love when he makes them. It's a somewhat elaborate meal for him to make that takes up a big chunk of his afternoon and evening to perfect. He cooks with love and it definitely showed.

However...(we all knew that was coming).

After we all sat down to eat. I ran back into the kitchen to grab something and just shook my head and laughed at the sight that greeted me inside the sauce pot. What you can't see here is that the burner was, of course, left on. And if you're wondering what in the world is inside the pan. Well. It's a glass measuring cup of course!

PS- I could think of a few other things that could really help get the rest of that sauce out there easier. And one of them is resting right beside the pot.