May 22, 2006
what’s in YOUR fridge?
One morning about ten years ago, Wade poured himself a cup of coffee and went into our living room, probably to read the New York Times (because we used to do that on Sundays, back in the day). A half hour or so later, he went back for a refill, and couldn’t find the pot. “Where’s the coffee?” he asked me.
We looked everywhere. And, eventually, we found the carafe in the refridgerator, right where he had left it. Ha ha, so funny!
It got even funnier when he did it AGAIN a few weeks later. And for all these years, I have teased him about that (oh and the time he put the cheese in the pantry, but I’ve kind of lost my edge about that these days. Anyway . . . )
On Saturday, I made coffee, drank some, and put the carafe in the fridge to have later iced. At lunch time, Wade opened the refridgerator and said, “After ALL THESE YEARS!”
“What?” I said, thinking he had finally figured out what was causing the funny smell in the crisper (because really, what IS that? can you smell it? yuck).
He pulled the coffee pot out of the fridge and said, “All these years you’ve been laughing at me for putting the coffee in the fridge, but LOOK WHAT I FOUND!”
“Yeah,” I said, “I put it there. I’m going to make iced coffee later.”
“Dammit. I thought I FINALLY had you.”
“Nope. Sorry.”
And we still have no idea what that smell is.
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May 22nd, 2006 at 9:19 pm, Granny Says:
I have done that and worse. Back when the electric pots and microwaves were fairly new, I put my glass coffee pot in the microwave, forgetting about the metal rim. The entire rim exploded.
May 22nd, 2006 at 9:26 pm, Susan Says:
Ann! That’s so funny! I usually just put my mug in the microwave and then forget about it. And the next day, there’s my coffee! Yummy.
And I once found a half-eaten bagel that a friend’s child had left in Henry’s bed. Three days AFTER the playdate.
Come on, who else? ‘Fess up!
May 22nd, 2006 at 9:57 pm, MJ Says:
Okay. Every once in a great while I’m compelled to clean out the knapsack that I carry around with all the kids’ stuff (swimsuits, restaurant amusements, etc.) only to discover a rotting orange, a decomposing apple, and a blue pita. Sigh. I tried moving to relatively attractive canvas bags but…same thing. Now just in more places.
May 22nd, 2006 at 10:08 pm, The Daring One Says:
Ha HA! He can’t bring you down like that. Nuh-uh.
May 22nd, 2006 at 10:12 pm, Mary Tsao Says:
I love iced coffee! Now tell me, do you put Kahlua in that or Bailey’s?
And I think it’s hilarious when the men think they’ve “got” us. We? The finders of the keys? The people who know where everything is? I think not!
May 22nd, 2006 at 10:38 pm, Callie Says:
Well,… I HAVE found my BRUSH in my freezer. Not kidding. Sometimes I think my multi-tasking goes just a little too far.
May 22nd, 2006 at 10:58 pm, Granny Says:
Thanks Susan. True confessions haven’t even started. There are an infinite number of ways to foul up over 68 years.
May 23rd, 2006 at 6:17 am, Arwen Says:
After screaming at hubby about where he put the car keys I found them in the fridge one day (and then remembered I put them there with the leftovers I brought back from lunch).
I love iced coffee too. When I was a girl visiting the south they didn’t think that was normal, they didn’t even have coffee ice cream when I was a kid in the south, so weird. Now, fortunately, it is ubiquitous. And starbucks coffee ice cream is soooo good.
May 23rd, 2006 at 6:56 am, Velma Says:
This has become an ongoing joke for us, since I mercilessly mock my husband about pretty much everything. Years ago, when we were getting ready to grill out, he headed for the kitchen and called out, “Where’s the hamburger?” I, of course, yelled back, “Under the sink, where I keep all the meat!” He headed straight for the sink.
My worst spoiled food story is simple and frequent: lunchbox left in the car over the weekend. I’ve done it, like, 5 times, which gives you some idea of how I’m usually feeling by Friday evening.
May 23rd, 2006 at 7:07 am, The June Cleaver Diaries Says:
My wedding ring in the freezer.
Don’t ask.
May 23rd, 2006 at 8:51 am, Cmommy Says:
uh oh, I think I left the vanilla soy milk in the trunk of hubby’s car on Sun. night———–! Thanks for this post, ’cause I just realized the 1/2 gallon is NOT in the fridge!!!
May 23rd, 2006 at 10:08 am, daysgoby Says:
Small saucer of vinegar in the crisper. Should set things to rights.
I do marathon cleans. So:
(a few years ago)I couldn’t find my tax paperwork, panicked, thought I threw it out, and spent three hours in the dumpster. Husband arrived, waded in, kissed me (never minding the smelliness that was me) and (just as I was thinking what a sweet guy he was) revealed HE had them. He’d left them in his car.
(last week)
Poptarts in the dryer. The BOX of poptarts. I think my psyche either is protecting me from junkfood or wants to make sure I get it all.
May 23rd, 2006 at 10:15 am, Mary P. Says:
Velma, you’re wicked. I am so going to do that next time I’m asked something so obvious. HA!
Let’s see: this one is my ex-husband’s, but it’s not a shot, since it’s sooo something I would do.
He left one of those plastic refillable juice boxes - you know, with the flip-top straw? - in the trunk of his car. Filled with grape juice. Over a long weekend. In August.
It fermented, of course. Fermented and blew a hole right out the side of the plastic container, spraying hot, fermented grape juice all over the inside of the trunk.
His car smelled like cheap wine for months.
May 23rd, 2006 at 11:04 am, Andie D. Says:
My college roommate was a sloppy pig. Not fat, just messy as freakin’ hell.
She decided one day to clean out her room. It was the first time she’d done so in the 2 years we’d been living together. It was an ALL DAY event, which culminated in a bout of slightly scary laughter that came from her room.
I walked in to make sure she was OK, and found her on the floor near her bed, rocking back and forth, holding something circular and off white in her hand, and laughing so hard tears were streaming down her face.
“What the fuck is THAT?” I asked.
“It’s MILK! I left a cup of milk under my bed and it turned into THIS! Look! It’s hard as a ROCK! Isn’t that funny?”
I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or find a new roommate.
May 23rd, 2006 at 12:50 pm, mama_tulip Says:
The first time I went out after having my daughter, my first child, I grabbed her diaper bag, my purse and her, in the infant carrier, and went to the car. I got her in the car, threw the diaper bag on the backseat and jumped into the driver’s seat, tossing my purse onto the passenger seat beside me.
I glanced over and realized it wasn’t my purse on the seat beside me.
It was the frying pan. With bits of breakfast still in it.
I realized then how tired I really was.
May 23rd, 2006 at 2:50 pm, Pattie Says:
Ha! That is great…I have found mustard in the cabinet, cereal boxes in the fridge, my daughter’s sandals in the medicine cabinet….the list could go on and on…it’s not pretty.
May 24th, 2006 at 5:04 am, molly Says:
I once made a big ol’ batch of potato salad and, not being accustomed to the wonders of the garbage disposal, tossed the skins down the sink (this was also pre-Internet, so I didn’t have 50 million housekeeping sites to tell me not to put potato skins in the disposal because they’re slippery and don’t actually go down the drain, but apparently adhere to the walls of the disposal instead. Who knew?). Then I left for the weekend, leaving the skins of several pounds of potatoes rotting in the disposal.
I never DID get the smell out of that apartment. I felt so bad, too; my landlord was just the nicest guy, and I’m sure he eventually had to replace all the pipes or something to get rid of it.