He “likes” the bread well enough, doctors orders fiber and all that, but his inner child prefers white bread. He sees the jugs of gatorade, but they aren’t portable so he grabs a little bottle instead. Finally it dawned on him to refil from the jug.
You know I am about to throw in the towel on being the head chef around here…I gladly surrender my territory in the kitchen,it’s just another uitlity room with tools for cooking, it’s wide open for takeover, plunder and riot all you want. Just replace what you hath taken and clean up after thyself!
My two housemates and I share all food and eat together when we can. The only rule is " no name, fair game." if you want people to stay out of it, write your damn name on it. And if the leftovers are intended for another meal, leave a note or something. Otherwise all the food in the house is for all to enjoy. It works pretty well for us, because we are all adults who contribute. No one takes advantage.