I was doing the dishes last night, thinking about what I was going to put in my lunch for the next day. Kate and I had a conversation that went like this.

Me: Is there any chicken salad left?
Kate: No, and if there was, it would be a week old!
Me: Okay. Hey, wait. You put chicken salad in my lunch yesterday!
Kate: Well it was only six days old then.

It’s a fine line between lunch and food poisoning. . .