In Memoriam: Fouled Fridge Food

    I try to eat a vegetable every now and again, keep up some health. I bought a cabbage last week. It was to go with a sausage. There was a third thing but I can’t quite remember. So anyway, I’m supposed to use this whole cabbage to last me the week and since I prepare all my meals on Monday to feed me until Friday, I was planning on cooking a lot of cabbage. Alas because I’m me, and me is dysfunctional, cutting it in half was enough of a problem. It took three knives that I had indeed sharpened beforehand so no, dull blades is not the reason. I then just decided to just say “bugger it,” and proceed to cook only one of the halves. This left a whole half in my fridge, hanging out in a little drawer, in time out so it could think about what it had done and apologize for being damn near impossible to hack into smaller pieces. 
That week ended, this week began. I was feeling particularly lazy and decided to shop around my kitchen rather than the grocery store. I checked my two cabinets, my freezer, and lastly, the fridge. Oh right, my cabbage half, it’s still there. I decided to make a cheesy cabbage/garlic plate. I had done it before and liked it, so I could do it again. 
    I enjoyed my cabbage dinner.
    Until the third day. 
    Wednesday night my cabbage tasted a little off. It was worse with every bite. I pondered the reasons why for all of two minutes before realizing, “oh yeah, it’s been sitting in my fridge for over a week”. Gee, no wonder. Tragically, most of that meal was discarded. Yesterday came along and I scrambled for something edible in my leafy supper’s stead. Luckily I had some instant soup to suffice me. Then today came, and I have yet to cook something to replace my fouled plant. 
    What I have found though, in light of this casualty, is that cooking for one person is really bloody stupid. Nothing survives in the fridge long enough for you to use it again lest you endure the same meal for three weeks. Why do grocery stores not have miniature versions of food for us lonely loners who cook for only ourselves and our loneliness? Is that too much to ask? Can we not at least have pre-portioned food in small amounts for five-foot-two lady hobbits that don’t want to eat an absurd amount for dinner because they’re trying to lead a somewhat healthy lifestyle and want smaller meals to leave more room for snacks and desserts? We are in the futuristic years of most dystopian books. We have people vacationing off the planet right now but we can’t find mongers of little-ized food items? 
    I don’t like wasting food, in fact I am strongly against it. I will go through great lengths to salvage grocery remains. I’ve had a thing of gravy, that was ordered when company came over and we had KFC, sitting in my freezer for two, three weeks. Do I plan on using it? I haven't a clue but I’ll be damned if I chuck out a perfectly good container of gravy. Maybe it can be used for holiday cooking. The thing is though, I don’t want to keep hoarding leftover food in the chilled rectangular prism that occupies my kitchen. I want to finish things. I want completion. I’ve already had funerals for ketchup, salsa, ricotta, stupid vegan butter that I didn’t realize wasn’t just regular butter, weird smelling chives, and now, my cabbage half. I can’t take any more losses. The hurt is nearly unbearable. 
    There are people with big brains that are capable of so much, there must be at least one with enough time on their hands to figure out how to market pre-packaged food in smaller amounts for the single folk of the world. There must be someone who can figure out how to farm crops with dwarvish proportions. We already have baby corn. I know western culture is big on titanic sizing but we seem to be improving on our mindfulness towards waste so one would think that a solution for my problem, and I reckon the problem for many others, should be amongst us. I suppose I’ll keep an eye out and in the meantime continue to mostly buy frozen ingredients for the sake of my mental wellbeing.