What is That Wretched Smell in the Kitchen (Part Two)
I have a few words of advice for anyone who may be reading this: Clean out your refrigerator periodically. Do not allow the old leftovers to remain in the fridge for more than three days. Next time I will definitely dispose of leftovers in a more timely manner. One month is too long to go without cleansing your fridge.
Mom left a note for me this morning to please clean out the fridge since she wishes to stock up on groceries tonight, plus tomorrow is trash day. I started to obediently do as I was told, but I had to take a break just now due to lack of oxygen.
Have you ever seen or smelled moldy macaroni and cheese? If you have not I do not urge you to grow your own moldy macaroni in your refrigerator. It is not a pleasant experience. I will admit, however, that moldy macaroni is interesting to look at, especially when the mold has had plenty of time to grow on all of the individual macaroni noodles, but never, ever, ever smell it. I didn't smell it intentionally--the smell just drifted up to my nostrils and filled the whole kitchen. Once again I felt myself grow near the point of sickness in the kitchen. Perhaps I should just stay out of the kitchen altogether from now on.
Why did I even save that small serving of macaroni two weeks ago? I knew no one would eat it, but I just couldn't justify wasting food. There is more wasted food in our refrigerator than there is in the County Line Landfill, I'm sure. Perhaps I should just immediately feed all leftovers to the cats and other animals that live outside my house. I think that is a much better idea than putting it in Tupperware and saving it in the mold-conducive environment of the refrigerator.
I went in my room and got an old handkerchief and soaked it in my favorite perfume, but that didn't help. The mixture of moldy macaroni and steak and french fries (moldy french fries are actually kind of cool looking. I encourage you to experiment with those, if you must experiment with growing your own mold, as rotten french fries do not reek as bad as moldy macaroni) mixed with my favorite perfume did not settle well and it is a good thing that my stomach is empty. I think I should now practise my breath-holding. It may come in handy if I ever make it to Fear Factor and I have to hold my breath underwater while unlocking a series of chains and padlocks.
Now I must get back to my task. I have procrastinated enough. Wish me luck.
Mom left a note for me this morning to please clean out the fridge since she wishes to stock up on groceries tonight, plus tomorrow is trash day. I started to obediently do as I was told, but I had to take a break just now due to lack of oxygen.
Have you ever seen or smelled moldy macaroni and cheese? If you have not I do not urge you to grow your own moldy macaroni in your refrigerator. It is not a pleasant experience. I will admit, however, that moldy macaroni is interesting to look at, especially when the mold has had plenty of time to grow on all of the individual macaroni noodles, but never, ever, ever smell it. I didn't smell it intentionally--the smell just drifted up to my nostrils and filled the whole kitchen. Once again I felt myself grow near the point of sickness in the kitchen. Perhaps I should just stay out of the kitchen altogether from now on.
Why did I even save that small serving of macaroni two weeks ago? I knew no one would eat it, but I just couldn't justify wasting food. There is more wasted food in our refrigerator than there is in the County Line Landfill, I'm sure. Perhaps I should just immediately feed all leftovers to the cats and other animals that live outside my house. I think that is a much better idea than putting it in Tupperware and saving it in the mold-conducive environment of the refrigerator.
I went in my room and got an old handkerchief and soaked it in my favorite perfume, but that didn't help. The mixture of moldy macaroni and steak and french fries (moldy french fries are actually kind of cool looking. I encourage you to experiment with those, if you must experiment with growing your own mold, as rotten french fries do not reek as bad as moldy macaroni) mixed with my favorite perfume did not settle well and it is a good thing that my stomach is empty. I think I should now practise my breath-holding. It may come in handy if I ever make it to Fear Factor and I have to hold my breath underwater while unlocking a series of chains and padlocks.
Now I must get back to my task. I have procrastinated enough. Wish me luck.
posted by Striped Tree at 1:45 AM
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1 Comments:
Your just having bad luck with food aren't you.
Always Faithful!
Thomas
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