We made taco salad for dinner the other night.
I know. So boring.
Except I need to know if what I am about to say is just a me thing or if it's generally accepted as GROSS.
We are still living that temporary apartment life and we are starting to run out of things because you don't stockpile when you're going to have to move it all over again.
I am referencing things like glass containers to store food.
I am all about reducing plastic use here, people.
Except we still have ziplock bags – which are 100% plastic – because I haven't yet found a way to not have those. How do you do it? Please share the wisdom of your ways.
All of our (as in three) glass containers to store food were being used. All of the bowls were dirty.
There was thismuch taco meat leftover. Juuuuust too much to be able to eat the last few bites and call it a day.
But there was nothing to put it in.
So says me.
Tim grabs a ziplock bag and is all, "Here, use this!"
And I looked at him like are you serious?
He was definitely serious.
While he scooped it up from the pan and dropped it in the bag he was all, "Are you going to eat this? You're going to eat this, right?"
And he was saying "this" like you'd ask anyone if they'd eat leftovers from a meal that was just so amazingly delicious.
Ummm….do I have to answer?
Maybe? (Read: never)
Here is where I get caught up.
Meat doesn't go in bags.
Even a half eaten hamburger.
All of those things I can see in a bag.
But loose meat?!?!
Bagged. Ground. Loose. Meat.
And let's take it a step further because really there is always an end game:
You want me to open a bag of loose ground meat and pour it.
We are now pouring bagged meat onto a tortilla. Into a bowl. Wherever it's supposed to go, it's going to get there in such a fashion that is akin to liquid coming out of a jug….
I just…I can't.
I can a lot of things but this is one area I just cannot.
I'll have you know that the bag of meat is still sitting in the refrigerator. Probably conforming to whatever shape it has been squished into.
Really none of what I am saying is heading in a direction that ends well.
So let's just leave it at that.
The cold, squished, loose ground meat is never getting eaten.
(I probably just crossed the line with that)