I, poostuck hereby declate the binning of half a tub of fried rice.
Some noodles.
Mushrooms
Almost a full tray of barbecue spare ribs.
Prawn crackers.
And one, lone chicken ball.
Usually they would be kept and squabbled over the following morning for breakfast, but no more. From this day forth they shall be binned in the interests of my ever expanding arse.