Monday, April 20, 2009

Nothing was growing on it, so I thought it was okay to eat.


I was rifling through the fridge the other day when I found some two-week-old bread pudding my friend had made. It smelled alright, so I ate it. Delicious. 

When my mom found out, she blew a gasket. (Yes, my mom. I am, after all, the Fitness Nerd.) I tried to reason with her that is was wrapped in foil, so it was probably fine. 

That was a week ago, and I'm still alive. 



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