Stupid mayonnaise, with your stupid bad taste. The fact that I beat the crap out of you when I made you doesn't make up for the fact that you beat the crap out of me when I ate you.
If it weren't for this, I would have had a waste-free week. Another reason to be mad at this failed excuse for a condiment.
On the plus side, there's still plenty of food in the fridge, despite being in the middle of The $34.27 Challenge. The beer even seems to have multiplied.
Mr will be mortified when he sees that the Red Cap made it to the front of the shelf. We all know who drinks the cheap beer in our house, and it's not him. He has more refined sensibilities than I do.
That soup pot is for something exciting tonight. More on that in another post, if it turns out.
You know me better than that: more on that, whether it turns out or not. It's even better when I fail.
We're still working away on that sour cream, but - and this might be due to the fact that we're trying to spend next to nothing in the next week - I'm keeping a closer eye than usual on my evil fridge. I wonder if it's had a change of heart, and is now on my side.
When pigs fly.
