Picky Eater

I HATE to eat food that touches, everyone that knows me knows that. I don't know why it started or how but, YUCK! GROSS! We had chicken and corn one night for dinner and because Duane is at work every other night, and I can't cook, he usually makes extra for me for the next night. He usually cooks and I clean up and put the leftover food away. Well this particular night he decided to clean up and this is how he left my dinner...all touching and on top of of each other. When I saw it I through up a little in my mouth. Three days later it's still sitting in the fridge, I think Gracie is getting it for dinner tomorrow.