my sister and her husband Joe live in Tribeca. in a 700-square foot apartment. lucky for them, they have cats; not kids. and they both work late and don’t cook or entertain a lot. actually, let’s be honest. they don’t cook at all. in fact, they don’t even use their oven for cooking. they use it for storage. no, i’m not kidding. storage.

but then Joe told me something and i about died. (see? a week in Atlanta and the southern in me starts popping out…) he will bring home a doggy bag or a pizza box from a restaurant. put it in the oven. for storage. and then eat it. DAYS LATER. apparently, his brothers are big fans of this system too. and they’ve never gotten sick. and the longest he’s kept things in there was 3 days. pizza. with cheese on it. hamburgers. pasta.

have any of you ever heard of something like this? when he told me this story he looked at me like i was the crazy one. he. in fact, he left early this week and when he got in he called my sister to tell her how hungry he was. and that he found their leftover bacon and eggs from the saturday before Christmas. and he was so hungry he almost ate it. I was so horrified i almost lost my lunch.