It's so weird. Obviously, I try not to waste stuff, but sometimes you just have to accept that something (for whatever reason) needs to get thrown out. Making yourself puke in the name of 'stopping waste' is just stupid.
This has reminded me of my Dad, who would do random clear out meals and call them 'mucky stew' (and yes, it was generally awful) His most infamous was a calamari and lettuce creation that only he valiantly plowed through, only to confess a week later it was the worst thing he'd ever eaten