Last week I bought two carrots. One for the chicken soup — which I used. And one for the split pea soup, which I would like to use today, but cannot seem to find. I know I didn’t use it for any other dish.
I’m thinking that my mate put it in that tasty salad he made for dinner the other night. This is what happens when one person plans the menus, yet two people cook. Still, it is the worst problem we’ve had to date, so I think I will accept it in good cheer.