Perhaps I particularly enjoy it because I have caught myself in these ironies a time or two. My latest is the uncomfortable realization that I am one of those freaks about my pets. I always held myself up as a staunch non-anthropomorphiser......wrong! As I scrolled through some posts on this blog the other day, I had to suck my teeth when I realized it. Dog is in love with cat, cat is a premeditated fecal terrorist.........riiiggghhhhtttt. I'm a tool about my pets. Damnit!
Enough about me.
Let's instead talk about BF. He loves to endlessly tease his mother about ignoring expiration dates on foods. Trepidation over Thanksgiving dinner at her house the next night thoroughly set in as he described finding scads of rotten food in her fridge. Yikes! Is there ever an instance where stomach pumping can be considered holiday festive?
BF and I told his mom we would bring appetizers for Thanksgiving, so Wednesday evening we were firming up our recipe choices and making a shopping list. As some of the ingredients were basic staples, I was browsing his fridge and cupboard as we compiled the list.
Bonanza! As it turns out, the Rotten Food fairy comes to BF's house too!
Can you read the Mar of 98, 15 Apr 97, and Sep 03 99 on these bad boys? Yummy!
And for the record, I didn't photograph the Boursin cheese that died in the back of the fridge in 2002, the dozen or so cake mixes that were 24 - 36 months past, or the Prosciutto in the meat drawer that had actual rigor mortis from being about 8 months over it's flavorful life with us here on earth. R.I.P. guys.
BF's defensiveness about all of this is almost as enjoyable as finding all of this stuff in his kitchen.
We laugh because it's funny, we laugh because it's true.
May all your food be fresh and flavorful for our big day of thanks tomorrow!
4 comments:
this is crap
Crap huh? BF -- is that you? : )
i found the read quite enjoyable. well done D.
Thank you FB. : )
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