leftovers

We went to lunch on Sunday.

I ordered crab cakes, which were delicious, except that they arrived in a pool of mayonnaise.

Mayonnaise makes me nauseous.

I ate the non-infected top of one crab cake and asked for a second replacement crab cake (sans mayonnaise) to go.

Random picture … BEFORE the crab cake debacle.

I sent my precious take away box home with Ali and Maya so I could check out the Friends and Family sale at Bloomingdale’s.

While purchasing these shoes I contemplated texting Ali to make sure he put the leftovers in the fridge.

But then I told myself I needed to stop being so controlling.

I told myself that even my husband would recognize the necessity of food safety, especially when it came to seafood.

And another.

I got home a few hours later and nearly tripped over my takeout container, which was sitting 2 inches from the front door.

I suppressed many swear words and threw my perfect, no-mayo crab cake in the trash.

I opened the fridge and noticed that Ali’s Magnolia banana pudding – which he’d apparently purchased on his way home – was front and center and properly refrigerated.

I didn’t speak to Ali for hours.

Maya has braces!

The takeaway: I need to do EVERYTHING myself. And that now includes ensuring proper refrigeration.