While making spaghetti for dinner tonight I realized how long I had kept Torey’s last dinner he had cooked – which was spaghetti as well. Das and I didn’t eat it … we simply left it in the refrigerator for quite some time.
Finally, one day I realized the meal was still in there – probably a good two weeks later! A part of me wanted to freeze it, but after taking a look at it I could hear him say, “Come on now, ‘Nita … don’t. Just get rid of it.”
I broke down. I screamed. I yelled. I lost it. I ended up chunking out a ton of old food neither one of us had touched. We had lost our appetites and just nibbled here and there. Our freezer was packed with food given to us by so many people – a sweet gesture for sure, but we were running out of room and I was having a hard time keeping up with what was what and how old each dish was.
Our appetites are not quite back to normal, but I make sure Das is well fed. I try to do the same for myself, but I fail most of the time. Things just aren’t what they used to be.