i’m not sure where it is that i picked it up from, but somewhere, somehow, sometime ago, this spirit of not wasting food was instilled in me. i don’t know why that was the case. growing up, i was never really faced with the problem of wasting food because we never really had food leftover. we always had enough food to eat, but never really too much to waste. we just happened to eat it all up.

latetly, though, i feel compelled to finish whatever food i make or whatever food i have in front of me because otherwise it would be a waste. and i don’t know why i’m so adverse to having leftovers. i think a large part of it comes from the fact that i’m lazy and i don’t want to carry the leftovers with me…plus, leftovers never really taste better than the first serving.

i wonder why it is that i just can’t let it go to waste.

the other day, we were having ice cream cake and ann was about to throw away some ice cream cake because she couldn’t finish it. i yelped for the cake and quickly took it up before it could be thrown away and finished the last bit of it. i mean, come on, it’s ICE CREAM CAKE. you can’t throw that away!

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