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Why do recipes to "use up what's in your fridge" never include:

2 slices of drying but sweaty presliced plastic cheese
several aged carrots
1" blackcurrant jam from a fancy tall jar that's longer than your regular cutlery/silverware
half a serving of salsa
1 squished kitkat
?

4 Chick-Fil-A sauce dipping thingies
19 Heinz Ketchup packets
2/3rds of the jar some seeded mustard that is nothing but seeds

Cross-cut the carrots, toss lightly with oil and 2/3 jar of seedy mustard, and roast at 400 degrees F for 60 minutes. Lay the slices of cheese over the carrots, and finish under the broiler for 2 minutes until the cheese is melty and just starting to brown.

Meanwhile, combine the jelly, salsa, ketchup, and Chick-Fil-A sauces for a bright and sassy dipping glaze.

Throw it all in the trash, and eat the Kit Kat for dinner.

Ha! Good one. Add 1/3 a jar of kimchi and a fist full of pepperoncinis.

...39 bottles of various condiments...

And pickles. My God, the half empty jars of pickles...:facepalm:

The non-vegetarian, of course, can get themselves a big chub of ground beef, some buns... and have both a dinner and a project.

If you'd rather have a project that yields a condiment, chop all the pickles for green pickle-dillish relish. Even the pickling spices can be useful there. Make a run for hot dogs.

Some people like putting a few dill pickle slices on chili.

My neighbors' dog shits in our back yard sometimes. They are apologetic about it, but I don't mind at all. To me, it means I get to see their dog from my window, and that makes me happy.

Do they pick it up, though?

They miss some of it, but I only go out there to mow, and I wear my old shoes to do that.

It's a lovely big old Boxer Dawg

I know it's a normal thing in some parts of the country, but backyards without fences is bizarre to me.

It's the norm here moat HOAs do not allow fences... unless you have a dog. Then you must fence. I hate it, I'm used to the English way....

The dog's name is Bruno. The neighbors only speak Italian. They want to be social, but it's difficult. I want to speak Italian with them.

Bruno è un bravo cane!

I do love a boxer.