Ross and I, looking forward to the leftovers of last night’s dinner but not being quite ready to eat it yet, decided to try making microwaved potato chips with the potato we had lying around from yesterday. They turned out beautifully, and we ate them with relish and pride—but five minutes later we both started feeling completely sick to our stomachs, probably (we now realize) because a few of the potato pieces were still a little raw, even though they mostly seemed nice and crisp.

Now we don’t even feel like having our soup: ergo, saddest.