Not sure this is strictly a 'crime' as such, more of a dirty little secret.
At the last count, we have 53 of these nifty little boxes. And that's not including the ones that've cracked and been recycled or the ones containing a slice of cake or portion of dinner that we've given away to friends and family. But why is that wrong, I hear you cry?
Well, yep they are incredibly handy for storing stuff and great for being able to portion out large meals and chuck things in the freezer for a rainy day.
But….when you add in the fact that these boxes came from our local Chinese takeaway…and that each box contained one meal…and that to get an empty box, you have to eat what's inside (obvs)…it doesn’t put me and Andrew in the best (or indeed, most healthy) light.
So a bit of quick mathematics, say 52 boxes, divided by 2 (one meal each) equals umm…26 times we've succumbed to the idea of a chicken chow mein or some noodles and egg fried rice.
The only thing which makes this whole sticky sweet-and-sour-sauce fiasco marginally more acceptable is that we have been customers of our local for about 3 years. Taking into account the boxes which we've lost along the way, I still reckon that works out to be one visit every month. I can't decide if that makes us big fat pigs or incredibly restrained!