One of these times I need to actually go with my mother to my brother’s, if only so that someone will say to him, “No, you are not clogging up our fridge with your crappy leftovers that no one ever eats. Throw it out yourself. Or better yet, learn to cook less.”

Its just stupid. She only takes it because its easier than telling them “no” eighty times, and she’s too polite to tell them no in a way that they will actually listen to. But I can’t stand his cooking (part of why I never go to his house, on any occasion), just thinking about the one time I had it makes my stomach do a sick little lurch. And she might be able to swallow it when its fresh, but she never eats the leftovers. She never so much as pulls out the container and considers it while deciding what to have for dinner.

So instead it just takes up room, and slowly rots, and then finally she realizes its still there and throws it out and then has to clean his container and get it back to him. Its bullshit. Stop cooking for six or more when there are only three of you! All recipes say how much they serve, just cut it in half! I can’t even cook and I know this! Stop being willfully stupid, it makes me want to hurt you.

Also, spaghetti? Why the hell were you serving spaghetti with turducken and assorted Thanksgiving trimmings? Spaghetti is not a side-dish. There should not be a clump of it congealing in my fridge with the other crap you bullied Mom into taking home. We are not Italian. Deal with it.