We've had a hard time replacing our broken refrigerator and as a consequence we're starting to run a little low on food. Today Sylvia phoned me to say she ate "an old pancake out of a cardboard box" for lunch. It reminded me of the day Sylvia returned home after having spent a month in rehab for her broken leg shortly before our wedding. She was very well cared for, with nutritious tasty meals every day. The state of our larder was something of a shock for her, and when I stepped out of my office for a moment I caught her eating several-days-old Kentucky Fried Chicken out of the bucket, not even bothering to take it out of the fridge; she merely stood there looking forlorn, gnawing on old meat.
"That was a sad moment," she remarked when I reminded her of this story a few minutes ago. Yes, but a pretty hilarious one in retrospect. I wish I had a photo.