Science projects

While whisking kitchen counter implements into their respective places I attempted to avoid a plastic container holding yellow goo covered by pink, algae-ish topping. Tim had pulled it from the depths of the refrigerator. I shuddered. Not now. Can't take it quite yet.

My dear hubby whom I love more as years pass disagrees with me on the handling of ancient perishables. He thinks you ought to reach immediately for remains of bread fuzzy-sprouted and move that foil-wrapped square of blueing cream cheese straight away to the doggy dish. (No! I tell him; don't give Brindy the old cheese! So what if she likes it?!)

I know the way of these things. I'm aware of science and aging food processes. Those black beans lurking behind the ketchup--we won't attempt to eat any more of them, and forget that batch of brown rice beside the croutons, but I'll handle it. Give me time. Let me get good and ready, pull on rubber gloves, take four or five deep breaths. Then I will charge forth and attack all alien life forms podding beyond my fresh avocados. Just leave them alone for now.

Once, because Tim was home on vacation when we had company, and he'd already chopped wood, mowed the lawn, and rearranged the garage, he decided to bring to light some aging foodstuffs and mention to our visitors what interesting tidbits he was finding, as he dumped containers into the sink.

He learned never to do that again.

Comments

Cherie said…
I guess we all have our science projects, huh. Nasty fuzzy smelly once good-enough-to-eat rotting foods.

It's the opposite around here. Tom and the kids push the things to the back. Me? I'm all about dragging them out, dumping them in the compost bucket, hauling it all to the compost pile, and resurrecting my bowl/casserole/Tupperware dish again.

Tim sounds like a scientist to me. But in front of guests? Holy cow! Blogging about it is appropriate revenge. heh heh ; )

Funny post, Deanna!
Cecily said…
Hahahaha... I'm always telling Frank that I'll deal with them later! I have a couple in the fridge now, and even though I have no space for real food, I'm still avoiding those nasty, nasty containers!
Deanna said…
Well, Cherie, Tim doesn't tend to make the same mistake twice.;o)

Cecily, maybe we should start a moldy foods anonymous group.:o)
elixir said…
Count me in to the anonymous group. I had to read this post out loud to my husband last night, and then cringe as I tried to find room amidst the ominous containers today for non-rotted goods. I believe my refrigerator calls now...here come my deep breaths.
Deanna said…
I'm with you, Elixir. I threw out my old beans; hope you made some headway and are recovering from your experience.