Oh, chicken spaghetti, I’m sorry we forgot about you and relegated you to the back of the fridge for months. I’m sure you were delicious … if you are into Ro-Tel, Velveeta, chicken, and spaghetti combined into one horrifyingly cheesy dish. You were well-loved by all who consumed you (not me). It’s not anything you did wrong; it’s just me and my irrational fear of cheese.
And, oh, boxed lasagna! You were actually kind of good, despite being on par with Hamburger Helper in terms of being “homemade.” I remember eating you for dinner after my day-long stint as a babysitter, and even though you are not my mama’s lasagna, which I will be eating for Christmas dinner in two weeks, I wish I would have eaten all of you. You didn’t deserve to get so moldy.
Other leftovers, oh, other leftovers, I am sorry you met your demise in a trash can … and subsequently a Dumpster. Thank you for the break from caf food and keeping the eggs and butter company and making it look like a real house. I’m sorry it took so long to put you out of your misery. May that never happen again.
