The Case of the Missing Leftovers

One of the many adjustments I've had to make now that I'm married is accepting that food will vanish from the fridge when I'm not looking. Twice this week, I've gone to the kitchen with the intention of eating some specific leftover food (once it was some curry for supper, this morning it was cold pizza for breakfast) only to find my dear husband had gotten there first. It wasn't like I had laid claim to them, but it is disappointing to have a specific craving and then have to go foraging for something else instead. Obviously, we must make sure we always have two servings leftover in the future. *grin*