so a continuance in jeni's adventures of being poor....
let me start off by mentioning that i realize i'm being a total brat for complaining about being broke when there are many, many people out there who are far less fortunate than myself. so take my words with a grain of salt, as really, they're more for comedy than pity.
for anyone that read my previous post about not being able to afford food - the situation has not changed overnight. so when wondering what to bring to lunch today (i devoured my last microwave dinner mid-day yesterday) i rooted through some 'mystery' bags in my refrigerator. anyone who lives with roommates has to know what i'm talking about.
these 'mystery' bags and/or tupperware are containers that mysteriously appear in the fridge, really to never be touched again. these items age peacefully in their cold dungeon, the rate of their decomposition stunted by the chilly climate. but eventually, as most things meant for consumption, they do in fact rot, and will be thrown out during a refrigerator purge.
this morning i found sushi in one of these mystery bags. oh boy. i have two housemates - one japanese grad student, one italian undergrad. my japanese housemate left the country on monday. i took his wayward girlfriend to the airport on wednesday so that she could return to london. this particular mystery container filled with sushi goodness appeared sometime between the two departures. i asked my other roomie, paul, if the sushi was his. he said no.
score! well.... sorta.
is it really a good thing to inherit week-old sushi? many people won't even take leftovers from a sushi dinner because they're afraid to eat it the next day. and as someone who has worked in several sushi restaurants, i feel that really, sushi should be eaten by the next day if you're going to keep the left overs. at the very most, the third day.
but it's been a week.
the avocado in the california roll is no longer green.
i sit.
i contemplate.
well, really, what is there to go bad in a cali roll? there's no actual fish. but this particular cali roll is covered in masago: fish eggs. do fish eggs go bad? does cooked shrimp sushi go bad? i'd give cooked seafood a better edibility prognosis than i would raw.
but hey! beggars can't be choosers. and any guilt i have about stealing my roommate's sushi is alleviated by the fact that i'm certain this meal will be completely inedible by the time he comes home.
at this point, as i type, i've eaten most of my findings. and as i sit here, i'm starting to wonder. i'm not feeling great, but it could be psychological. i'm certainly prone to psychosomatic issues. but still. was this wise? after all, it is essentially stolen sushi, and really, i could be smote by god in some awful spend-my-weekend-in-the-bathroom sort of way for stealing.
i wish there were some way i could un-eat it. i think it would have been better to be hungry.
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