Dude is many things: a great dad to our girls, the best companion for me ever, an excellent dish washer, etc., etc. (I could expound upon this at length, but that's not the point of this here post). There are also many things he is NOT: dancer, reality television watcher, shopper, and more than anything else - waster. Oooohhhhh noooooooooo. My man does not waste. Waste what? Anything. He is very mindful of the environment and doesn't waste water or electricity or gas heat. He doesn't waste those last dribs of toothpaste in the bottom of the tube or those couple drops that seem to take three years to get to the cap in the upside-down shampoo bottle. He most definitely does not waste money or time. And he does not waste food. Let me repeat that: The man does not waste food. No siree. I just watched him down the last of the rainbow cake, even though he didn't want it, because he couldn't stand to let it be thrown away (nevermind that it's more than a week old and just a cheap cake mix anyway). He will drink iffy milk, carve out the moldy part of cheese, eat cooked meat long after I would consider it a goner. If he doesn't, that would mean wasting the food and he simply will not tolerate that. I hear on a pretty regular basis about my wasting habits when I throw old produce away out of the veggie drawer in the fridge. I don't mean to let stuff go bad, but I have a very difficult time using everything perishable within its shelf life. Some things have to be sacrificed (often this includes half-full containers of buttermilk, baggies of long-forgotten chopped onions, and stray yogurt tubs that have wandered to the very back of the fridge).