I even had some left so gave D the oh-so-important task of putting it in the fridge for me to eat later...
Next morning I discovered to my horror that D had, in his drunken state, placed my precious elixir of the gods in the trash. I spent all day moping about the house complaining about how I had plans for that leftover duck BIG PLANS! From my incessant whining and because he's just a big fat enabler, D then ordered me more Duck with pancakes in Hoi Sin Sauce. This time he ordered me DOUBLE pancakes and DOUBLE sauce. (Yay!) I gorged myself on the exquisite supper and then placed the remainders in the fridge (having learnt that D cannot be trusted with such a massive responsibility.) Sunday morning I then reheated the meal and gorged myself again while grinning like a mad thing and
I woke up in the middle of the night with the tummy pains of doom (maybe my digestive system isn't set up for too much godly nectar, me being a mere mortal and all) and suffered my way through the night. This morning however I was craving some more duck but sadly I have eaten it all and even the cats have licked the bones from out of the bin clean so there aren't even scraps left.
I haven't learned my lesson...if it was up to me I'd have eaten this meal all week long stomach ache or no stomach ache. That's the problem - when I discover new foods I get addicted oh so easily until uh-oh hospital admittance time, it doesn't help that D has less willpower than me. Even lab rats learn faster than I do when it comes to food.