So I was just cleaning out the fridge. Coming across two shriveled heads of Romaine, I was dissaplointed in myself and sorry I hadn’t made the yummy salads I’d envisioned them for. Then I realized the reason I hadn’t made the salads—I hadn’t ensured I had what I needed to make them. The one time I had a few appropriate things, it turned out pretty well, but that didn’t happen again. They were fridge orphans. Like closet orphans, but colder.

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