Well, i thought today would be a good day to eat that tuna salad i made last week. it has been in the fridge at my work since last Monday (okay, so i guess it's more than a week....) but DAMN!!! STAY AWAY from 2 week old tuna salad with bacon bits in it! I about fell over! Completely lost my appitite!
What happens to food that makes it smell and look ThAT BaD!!!!??!!!
So i guess i'll be eating my ramen noodles again. Wish i had that fan thingy to help out.
But that started me thinking about what was some of the rankest shit that has ever come out of my fridge. I mean, sure stuff gets bad if you leave it in there over a month - but some more than others!
I can remeber some egg salad that turned green. Not from mold, mind you - but Oscar The Grouch GREEN. I know some bacteria is having a hay day - but yikes! and what's up with stuff that USED to be solid, but then it sits for a while and the water drains out of it to make an interresting soup? Anyone forget about that bagged salad before?
Which reminds me of the time when i was little i was obsessed with my toy kitchen in the cellar. We lived in an old house with a storm cellar in northern Missouri. Albany, MO population 1500 people to be exact (which i'm sure it's around 900 now...my high school was bigger!) So we had a play room in our storm cellar that had my old play stove and sink in it with our little wooden table and chairs. Actually, my dad made my stove and i don't remember what happened to it (it was really cool....made out of plywood i believe - i should get a picture from my mom!) and the sink and fridge were old olive green tin, which i'm sure every kid had as well. So anyway, i was obsessed with finding willie worms (fuzzy catapillars and keeping them in a bucket - but i could never figure out where they went (we actually had a crysillis on our front door only once - but that's another story)! I alsoo thought that with my little pet willie worm, i would put him in my little kitchen in the basement, and make some food for him. I pulled up so much grass i'm suprised that there wasn't a huge bare spot in the yard. i treated them like green onions, which i saw my mom cut up all the time (yuck). I pulled off the green blades and put the roots and dirt in a little pie pan and added water from the hose. i put the greens in the willie worm's bucket - but then realized that there was too much of it. So i decided to stick it in a mason jar and put it in the 'fridge' for tomorrow, when i would change out the grass.
okay so i forgot about it the next day - and it actually turned into a month sitting in the humid cellar in a mason jar. i finally found it one day and remember my poor willie worm died last month in the freezer cause i accidentally forgot it in there (don't ask, i don't know why i put him in there. i was probably trying to punish him for not wanting to play with me - that sounds really sadistic). Well, to 'land the plane' as my mom says, i opened that jar of grass and water to smell the worst smell i have ever smelled in my life. Of course i can't remember the smell, but it burned that memory so far into my head that i will never forget it.
So what does that have to do with my story? it just reminded me of bagged salad.
any other bad smells? i think eggs are the worst.