My boyfriend, who prepares at least one of my meals every single day unsolicited, is in Israel for work. Before he left, he took me to the grocery store. I haven’t been eating the loaf of bread we bought fast enough and it’s started to mold:
But instead of throwing the loaf in the compost, I’m just eating around the blue parts. If you don’t hear from me again, it’s because my laziness and general lack of care for what I put in my body has poisoned and killed me.