The Chef
I’m IMing my daughter and we are going back and forth catching up on family news, when Chick comes over to the computer and pokes this package of hamburger meat in front of my nose and says, “Smell”. I lean over as I type and smell. I don’t smell anything. He says, “So do you think this meat is okay?” I say, “Yes, it smells fine to me”.
He goes back into the kitchen. I smell the onions, pepper, and good smells of a meat loaf cooking. Then I catch a whiff of something sort of “rotten”, but then it waifs back through and it’s good again, then bad again. I say, “When did you buy that meat?” He says, “The same day I bought the meat and you made the Calico beans for the Templin Christmas Dinner”. Oh, okay! I keep IMing and I mention to my daughter that we bought the meat December 20th and now it is December 28th. She says, “Throw the meat away, it’s too old to eat”. Ah oh, after Chick has chopped and crumbled and mixed and now I have to tell him the meat is probably POISON. DILEMMA! I say to my daughter, “Well if he eats it and survives, then we know the meat is okay”. She balks!
Okay, my conscience is getting to me. “Chick, the meat is 8 days old, too old to eat - - probably contaminated”. Silence, then he quietly goes to the oven and checks it. It smells fine. It looks like a meatloaf, but lurking under the catsup is probably death!
I look on the Internet and discover 2 to 3 days in the refrigerator is the length of safety for raw hamburger meat. This time they could be wrong, couldn’t they? I decide I will not eat that meat and Chick can take his chances if he’s worried about people starving because we are throwing meat away. Remember how mom always said, “Eat everything on your plate because people are starving over seas”? Why do you think I weigh over 200 pounds?
Chick silently (yeah right!) goes to the oven and takes out this extremely nice looking meatloaf. It cools and then I hear the disposal running. I hear the freezer door close, the microwave going. He’s going to make another meat loaf, this time with fresh meat from the freezer. I go spray disinfectant on the kitchen cabinets; wash the rags in bleach in the washing machine after I clean up the cabinets; the stove, and the sink. Chop! Crumble! Mix! Another meatloaf is in the making. I have to leave during the process. I end up eating out with my daughter and miss eating the Chef’s meatloaf. After I get back to the house I don’t see the meatloaf out and assume he put it in the refrigerator. Honestly I didn’t give it another thought.
The next morning I get up and turn on the oven to bake some cinnamon rolls and start to put them in the oven. Oops! What is that in the back? OMG, he forgot to put the meatloaf in the frig - - I hate to tell him, but here goes. CHICK YOU FORGOT TO PUT YOUR 2ND MASTERPIECE MEATLOAF IN THE FRIG LAST NIGHT! Silence! Another meal down the hatch!
He goes back into the kitchen. I smell the onions, pepper, and good smells of a meat loaf cooking. Then I catch a whiff of something sort of “rotten”, but then it waifs back through and it’s good again, then bad again. I say, “When did you buy that meat?” He says, “The same day I bought the meat and you made the Calico beans for the Templin Christmas Dinner”. Oh, okay! I keep IMing and I mention to my daughter that we bought the meat December 20th and now it is December 28th. She says, “Throw the meat away, it’s too old to eat”. Ah oh, after Chick has chopped and crumbled and mixed and now I have to tell him the meat is probably POISON. DILEMMA! I say to my daughter, “Well if he eats it and survives, then we know the meat is okay”. She balks!
Okay, my conscience is getting to me. “Chick, the meat is 8 days old, too old to eat - - probably contaminated”. Silence, then he quietly goes to the oven and checks it. It smells fine. It looks like a meatloaf, but lurking under the catsup is probably death!
I look on the Internet and discover 2 to 3 days in the refrigerator is the length of safety for raw hamburger meat. This time they could be wrong, couldn’t they? I decide I will not eat that meat and Chick can take his chances if he’s worried about people starving because we are throwing meat away. Remember how mom always said, “Eat everything on your plate because people are starving over seas”? Why do you think I weigh over 200 pounds?
Chick silently (yeah right!) goes to the oven and takes out this extremely nice looking meatloaf. It cools and then I hear the disposal running. I hear the freezer door close, the microwave going. He’s going to make another meat loaf, this time with fresh meat from the freezer. I go spray disinfectant on the kitchen cabinets; wash the rags in bleach in the washing machine after I clean up the cabinets; the stove, and the sink. Chop! Crumble! Mix! Another meatloaf is in the making. I have to leave during the process. I end up eating out with my daughter and miss eating the Chef’s meatloaf. After I get back to the house I don’t see the meatloaf out and assume he put it in the refrigerator. Honestly I didn’t give it another thought.
The next morning I get up and turn on the oven to bake some cinnamon rolls and start to put them in the oven. Oops! What is that in the back? OMG, he forgot to put the meatloaf in the frig - - I hate to tell him, but here goes. CHICK YOU FORGOT TO PUT YOUR 2ND MASTERPIECE MEATLOAF IN THE FRIG LAST NIGHT! Silence! Another meal down the hatch!
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