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Went to heat up a small portion of food as my dinner. Used one of the very small bowls that recently found their way into the cupboards, likely by my mothers doing. Heard the microwave beep from across the house and went to retrieve my succulent meal of chili con carne , but there was something amidst when I opened the door. A foul smell, kind of like glue or otherwise chemically pungent. The bowl itself had a visage akin to japanese kintsugi, filled with tiny hairline cracks that sought their way up and down the contours of it's body and with what looked like yellow liquid, perhaps fat, seeping out from its fractures. I took it as a sign from the Gods up in Ásgarðr to not consume said nourishment, and to continue steadfast on my caloric deficit.