Most of a head of romaine lettuce I had every intention of using before I left town for a week, then didn’t, because cheese > salad. The last handful of a pint of grape tomatoes, attempting to dehydrate themselves in the crisper drawer. A third of a bag of broccoli florets, depressed from lack of use, subtly browning at the edges. The paired heels of a fancy loaf of bread, too stale and…