I went food shopping the other day and came home to a bag of chocolate morsels on the counter top.

Ryan: We found the chocolate you were hiding.
Me: I wasn’t hiding anything.  I used those the last time I made cookies.
Ryan: You mean the ones for my birthday?
Me: Yeah (his birthday’s in May), they’ve probably been in there open ever since.
Ryan: Hm… That would explain the texture.  And why I have to go so bad.
Me: 6 months of a heavily sugared food left open in a dank cabinet frequented by fearless mice, I bet you do.

caveat eater