I can't say I've left anything in the oven for weeks, but I've certainly left stuff in there for days. Our problem is that we often hide things in the oven or the microwave to keep the crazy cat out of them and we sometimes forget.
So you don't win the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. You're too cool for that anyway.
The hubby left in some leftovers during a warm (read: damn hawt) period one summer... and all I can say is I have a very low gag reflex threshold for something that resembles a science experiment.
I've forgotten to put cooked food away till the following morning, by which point I feel I have to toss it out.
But... ask me about the *things* growing in the fridge. I'm the person they had in mind when they invented those disposable plastic containers. Heh-heh, month old scotch broth becomes most unpleasant after that time. 0_o
No, but we've left stuff in the refrigerator for very long periods of time. Visions of a petrified heel of bread and a half-used sachet of mayonnaise are dancing through my head right now.
Heh. My favourite of these "forgot about something for weeks" stories is about my mother - who actually is a very competent housekeeper.
At Christmas, we generally have Cream of Mushroom soup as a starter course. One Christmas, after dinner, my mum - who hates having stuff lying around and food in pots and pans - decides to dump the rest of the soup into our soup bowl, which is a large-ish porcelain affair with a lid. At the time, we only had temporary kitchen cabinets, meaning that they were all open and door-less. So mum, having figured soup is something you re-boil, so it'll be ok out of the fridge for a day or so, sort of puts the soup bowl in a real obvious place inside one of the bottom-half cabinets.
Then in MAY, my mother has her yearly "spring cleaning" - a little early that year, but it was necessary because things had started to smell funny.
Err, yeah. And it had been MUSHROOM soup. The life in there was so advanced they'd started organizing democratic assemblies.
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Thanks everyone. I don't feel nearly so bad. Believe it or not, I'm kind of anal retentive about the refrigerator. Having had to clean out my mother-in-laws fridge on numerous occasions, I am paranoid about the things that can grow after a few months of neglect. That's one of the reasons I was so horrified by what was in the oven. Although... my oven is pretty gross anyway. I'm guessing it's from the 1960s and I'm guessing we're lucky it's still running. I am sure there is 40-year-old gunk in there that I have just chosen to ignore, assuming that the bacteria will just be baked away.
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So you don't win the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. You're too cool for that anyway.
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The hubby left in some leftovers during a warm (read: damn hawt) period one summer... and all I can say is I have a very low gag reflex threshold for something that resembles a science experiment.
So I guess none of us is Martha Stewart. ;)
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But... ask me about the *things* growing in the fridge. I'm the person they had in mind when they invented those disposable plastic containers. Heh-heh, month old scotch broth becomes most unpleasant after that time. 0_o
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At Christmas, we generally have Cream of Mushroom soup as a starter course. One Christmas, after dinner, my mum - who hates having stuff lying around and food in pots and pans - decides to dump the rest of the soup into our soup bowl, which is a large-ish porcelain affair with a lid. At the time, we only had temporary kitchen cabinets, meaning that they were all open and door-less. So mum, having figured soup is something you re-boil, so it'll be ok out of the fridge for a day or so, sort of puts the soup bowl in a real obvious place inside one of the bottom-half cabinets.
Then in MAY, my mother has her yearly "spring cleaning" - a little early that year, but it was necessary because things had started to smell funny.
Err, yeah. And it had been MUSHROOM soup. The life in there was so advanced they'd started organizing democratic assemblies.
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Thanks everyone. I don't feel nearly so bad. Believe it or not, I'm kind of anal retentive about the refrigerator. Having had to clean out my mother-in-laws fridge on numerous occasions, I am paranoid about the things that can grow after a few months of neglect. That's one of the reasons I was so horrified by what was in the oven. Although... my oven is pretty gross anyway. I'm guessing it's from the 1960s and I'm guessing we're lucky it's still running. I am sure there is 40-year-old gunk in there that I have just chosen to ignore, assuming that the bacteria will just be baked away.
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