Lion and Magic Boy

I know, I promised this post days ago, and I’m finally just now getting to it. That’s the kind of week it’s been, though: I sat down here with the laptop 2 hours ago, wrote one measly post for Strollerderby, and suddenly it’s 2 hours later. How does that happen? Anybody else in a time warp lately?

So. Anyway. My fridge.

The thing is, for about the last, what, two weeks? Three? there’s been this smell wafting out every time someone opened it. Not a good smell. Which meant that I should take a look and see what’s in there that’s causing it, right? That’s what anyone would do.

Not if they are me.

No, I just ended up finding ways to avoid opening the fridge to begin with.

It’s harder to do much cooking that way, but I managed. By not doing much cooking.

And I’d leave stuff out longer. And avoid getting drinks of water from the weird filtered water dispenser that the manufacturer was too cheap to put on the outside of the door like everybody else and instead you have to open the door and reach in and hope your glass is close to the dispenser because unless you’re four feet tall you can’t actually see the dispenser.

But even with those techniques I’d find myself saying several times a day, to myself, Self? You should really see what’s making that smell!

And so today’s your lucky day. I think I found it. And it has been properly disposed of. And no animals or small children were harmed in the process.

Was it:

A. Three-week old brown rice and vegetables with a coconut milk curry sauce that no one liked and therefore didn’t eat, stored in a ceramic bowl with foil haphazardly draped over it.

B. Three-week old broccoli that everyone requested that I cook one night and then hardly ate any of and that I forgot to include in a later meal and sort of then forgot about. Same thing with the foil. I have issues with plastic containers.

C. Ginseng root brought home from Vancouver which I keep forgetting to use the rest of to make tea (it makes rather a nice tea especially if you mix it with chamomile, but it works with other teas as well), still in its original not-really-sealed plastic bag-from-Vancouver.

D. Opened package of paneer, a fresh cheese in Indian cuisine that comes in rather tasteless white cubes that no one but me would eat except I’m not really doing dairy these days and they’re not bad on a salad actually, but then I forgot about them for, oh, like a month.

E. Carton containing a few dregs of buttermilk left over from making Irish brown bread way back in May, and also some great salad dressing when combined with plain yogurt and herbs. But again, back in May.

F. Jar containing remnants of kimchi I smuggled home illegally from Vancouver in June, which I am carefully meting out because I haven’t yet located a local source, and it’s fermented anyway so does it really go bad?

G. The old box of clementines that still had some in there that I covered up with the new box, the one that everyone has been taking from, leaving all those old clementines to do what old clementines do.

You’re going to blame the kimchi, I know it. It has a reputation.

But was it the kimchi? Or was it something else? Cast your vote below. Winner selected at random.

WINNER SHALL APPEAR HERE AS GUEST BLOGGER AT SOME FUTURE DATE!