I’m probably more guilty of this than he is.
When I lived alone, all the condiments in my fridge slowly mixed into one to where the jam became appropriate for both PB&J’s and burgers, and the soy-sauce and soymilk were interchangeable.
Ah yes, the days of when my taste buds and stomach were like rocks. Now days, if I find a two-week old piece of cabbage in the mayo it’s praying to the porcelain gods for me!
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