You know how in medieval times, people would be put into stocks in the town square if they had done something wrong in order to publicly humiliate and inform the rest of the villagers of the offense? And then the villagers would get to hurl rotten tomatoes or the like at them?
Well, here is my 21st-century version of a public shaming. I present to you all, in the hopes that this never happens again, the incredible amount of food in my refrigerator that would fall under the category of “rotten.”
In fact (oh, the irony) it would appear that much of this food would be useful to villagers if I were to actually be put in stocks since there’s a plethora of old (not old as in weeks, old as in months! Months!) vegetables in the pile.
Notice all the vegetables? Yeah, clearly I don’t eat them unless forced…
That, my friends, is a lot of food. And I’m not a finicky person about expiration dates; if something is passed it’s date, I’ll smell, taste, read the ingredients and almost always then use it.
But all of this food was really, legitimately bad. As in moldy, rancid and gross. I’m pretty sure a living organism crawled out of that tomato sauce container and the orange juice made a very suspect noise when I opened it. And it was all in my fridge. *Shudder…Ick.
Oh, the shame, the shame, the shame! And to think I like to call myself a good housekeeper (OK, no, that’s a lie, I can’t cook…But my house is usually pretty clean.)
So I offer up my own public humiliation with the intention of never, ever letting this happen again. Feel free to hurl virtual rotten tomatoes at me while I hang my head in internet stocks of shame.
Now, off to re-stock with foods that will prevent this problem from ever occurring again, even if there was a nuclear explosion (For example: Cheese Whiz).
Am I alone in this embarrassment or does your fridge get to a point of no return as well?