leftovers

I really don't love them.

And here's why.
Inevitably, we forget about them.

Inevitably, we end up growing Frankenstein's monster in flora form.
I know, gross.

When I finally unearthed it under its innocuous looking facade of saran wrap, I could hardly believe what we had been growing under our own roof.

A lot of people grow flowers.

Herbs, even.

Some even grow chickens and goats.

We grow mold, I guess.

Big, billowy piles of mold that can deceptively look like cotton candy.

But not anymore.

At least not until one of us gets the next bright idea of stashing away those leftovers in the very back of the fridge.

Like I said, gross.