The woman examined her marriage as if it were a plate of leftovers retrieved from a back corner of the refrigerator. Holding the chilled dish in her hand, she lifted the foil wrapped edge and sniffed at it. A stale scent, with a hint of decay, gave her pause. She peered at the unrecognizable mounds trying desperately to remember what once had been there. Nothing came to mind. The fuzzy blue telltale signs of mold were not a surprise to her. Surely, she thought, no amount of spice infusions and reheating would salvage this. Pronouncing it a waste, she scraped the plate off into the garbage bucket under the sink.
A curling twang in her belly reminded her of why she had been rummaging in the fridge. She picked up her car keys and left home, headed down the road to a fast food drive-thru.
Now her husband and three children go hungry.
Watercolored Photo by Artist Anaa
Post note: My marriage was not the fodder for this post, although we do eat leftovers quite often here.
A Step By Step Guide to Menu Planning - Have you ever wondered why you struggle to master meal planning? I’ve had the same challenges, in fact I only discovered the many benefits of menu plannin...