There comes a point in every leftover meal’s life at which mould begins to tighten it’s blue, hairy grip.
Average Joes don’t let leftovers reach that point – a point from which there is, unless you’re willing to run an infected mouldy gauntlet, undoubtedly no return.
Average Joes take their leftover meals to work for lunch the following day. They pick at them during that mid-afternoon slump on weekends when you’re just hungry enough to find yourself rummaging through the back of the fridge, but not hungry enough to justify putting anything proper on a plate. They feed them to the dog or pass them onto family or, failing all else, guiltily toss them out. Especially if they’ve been camping in the back of the refrigerator covered in foil (because you lost your tupperware lid, obviously) for a suspiciously long time.
My girlfriend isn’t your Average Joe.