Kitchen Confidential

Several years ago a close friend of mine and her husband split up after moving to his home state. She called crying and asked my husband and I if she could stay with us for a couple of weeks until her brother could make room for her in his home. The first few days were fine: she helped clean the house, cooked dinner a few times, etc. Then she ran into a old high school boyfriend and was gone a lot. Not a problem since it gave us some privacy back. But then she was now just coming back just to take a shower and dump dirty laundry in the bathroom before jetting off again. Then food started dissapearing along with my clothes and makeup (which I later found in her bags).

The straw that broke the camels back was one day when my husband and I left early to spend the day with family. When we got home late that night our new roommate was long gone, but left on our stovetop a giantic pot of spagetti noodles and sauce, which was enough to feed at least 15 people. She cooked and cut up five top sirloin steaks and threw them in the spaghetti and left the pot sitting on the stove. Mind you this was on a hot summer day and the stench of the rotting food was gagging us. When she returned the next afternoon we confronted her. The excuse was that she cooked it that morning after we left so we would have dinner waiting for us when we got home. She knew full well we were going to be eating dinner with family that night and even if she had forgotten, why would you leave it on the stove and not in the refridgerator? Why did she cook every spagetti noodle in the house for just two people and what in God’s green earth posessed her to cook five steaks and put in it?