For the past four years or so I have lived alone. One of the challenges of living on your own is cooking. I love to cook but what often happens is that I will make a big ol’ pot of soup or stew, or a full casserole dish of something, and even if it turns out well I grow to hate the dish by the time I am done eating it because chances are I have been consuming it for days straight.
I have tried freezing stuff but I always forget that I have things in the freezer, only to discover them months later, and in an inedible state. And whenever I have tried to make smaller portions of things, it hasn’t always ended in the best possible way.
Anyway, I thought I had problems and then I found this. Takes the dark side of cooking for one to a whole new level.
This is my 750th post! Yippeee!