Because the okra, the paste tomatoes, the mushrooms and that onion were looking at me accusingly, and the okra was reminding me I bought them nine days ago.
Because one should be creative when facing one’s fridge, and that veggie doomsday clock which was ticking down! And they need to remain tasty.
Because these foodstuffs are still good, but needs to be cooked… NOW! Not tomorrow, but now. I am NOT Martha Stewart.
Those okra: Tucked into a side corner of the fridge — out of sight, out of mind. My fridge is like that. A Bag of Holding. The fridge is so small that things have gaps to hide behind other things in.
Note: this okra after nine days looks a heck of a lot better than any okra I find at the supermarket, the day I see it at…
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