A few years ago I had a roommate who just did not give a fuck about food never found enjoyment in it. All the leftovers went to him he’d vacuum up anything completely neutrally. I miss him
Well to be honest, I do enjoy and appreciate tasty food. But I don’t mind eating plain bland food (as long as it isn’t disgusting). I don’t really have a high bar. If it’s edible, in it goes
I’m too cheap to throw it out. So my role in the house is to eat all the leftovers before they go bad
A few years ago I had a roommate who just did not give a fuck about food never found enjoyment in it. All the leftovers went to him he’d vacuum up anything completely neutrally. I miss him
It’s me, I’m that roommate.
Well to be honest, I do enjoy and appreciate tasty food. But I don’t mind eating plain bland food (as long as it isn’t disgusting). I don’t really have a high bar. If it’s edible, in it goes
You wouldn’t happen to live in the Seattle area and have a roommate opening in like a year would you?
Same. My folks never eat leftovers. I patrol the fridge each day and assemble a cast of weird and wonderful characters to have for lunch at work.
My friends call me “the city council”. Whenever we go eat at restaurants, my job is to clean out everyone’s leftovers. I love it
The joys of having children eventually. Leftovers are just meal prep for lunch the next day!
Establishing a leftovers night is the way to go though.