It's Rotten, Throw It Away

I took a food safety class when I was going to Utah State. It ruined me forever. All the talk of pathogens and food poisoning turned me into the food police. Since then I eye every potato salad suspiciously. When camping, I have this urge to do a thorough background check on every food item to ensure proper refrigeration was practiced at all times.

Craig, on the other hand, does not share my paranoia. Expired milk, no problem. Three month old lunch meat, it's fine. In fact, with a sniff and a shrug almost anything in the fridge is fair game.

I can't tell you how many times I've looked on in horror as he downs some too-old leftovers or slurps a past-its-prime Yoplait.

I remember an Asian roommate in college used to leave his raw hamburger out on the counter for days. Once its edges turned a pale shade of green it was ready. He cooked it up and had a feast.

I guess some people build up a resistance to the rotten food. I can't help but prefer the un-rotten kind.

Sometimes when Craig isn't home I'll look through the fridge and throw away anything that seems iffy. Just doing my best to keep our home vomit-free.

Now if you'll excuse me, Craig just went to bed and I need to see what's in that tupperware behind the ketchup.