There’s one thing about my hubby that never makes any sense to me. Ok, that’s a complete lie… there are many things that don’t make any sense to me, but today I’ll be focusing on just one.
This one is particularly odd to me, simply because this behavior could actually prove to be detrimental to his health, and yet he still continues to do it.
There’s an odd litmus test I’ve seen conducted by many men… it goes something like this: If I can’t see any mold, it must be ok to eat.
And, my dear hubby seems to think that this test is a sufficient way to evaluate any and all refrigerated items regardless of their length of stay in our fridge.
This past week hubby is grazing around our kitchen.. he opens cabinets, he peeks in the pantry and then he makes his way to the fridge. He’s standing there, both doors open perusing his selections. Then I hear him say “Are these meatballs ok to eat?”. To which I reply..”Well, they’ve been in there since New Years Eve.. what do you think?”.
Hubby: “Well, they look ok”
Me: “So, you think meatballs in a cream sauce [they are Swedish meatballs] keep for over 3 weeks?”
Hubby: “I don’t know, I had some last week.. they seemed ok”
(hubby now has the container open, he’s raised it up near his face, and he’s inspecting the meatballs)
Hubby: “I think they look ok.. I don’t see any mold”
Me: “Well, I wouldn’t eat them”
Hubby: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Yes, I’m sure, you should throw them away”
Hubby: “I’m gonna try one”
(I’m exasperated now…)
Me: “Do whatever you like, but don’t complain to me later that you feel sick”
Hubby: “You really think I’ll feel sick?”
Me: “I have no idea, but I honestly wouldn’t risk it”
Hubby: “Alright, I guess I’ll throw them out.. but they’re not moldy……”
This is not an uncommon conversation with my hubby. Oftentimes, it’s actually after the fact. He’ll mention to me that he ate something out of the fridge that I had forgotten all about, something that, in my opinion, should have been thrown out long ago. When this happens he’ll say to me (much like you just read) “well, it looked ok!”. And, because he’s conducted the mold test and maybe a sniff test, and the food item has passed… he has obviously given it a stamp of edible approval.
Sometimes, I have to admit, I’ll conduct my own little experiment. You see, hubby never ever cleans out the fridge on his own. I think I can maybe recall one or possibly 2 times that he’s ever decided to do a full fridge sweep on his own. So, sometimes I leave stuff in there just to see how many times he’ll move it, to get to something else, without ever thinking about throwing it way. Through this experiment I have realized that the amount of time he can continue moving an item actually equals FOREVER.
So, one day I make an absurd proposal to hubby..
Me: “Hon, you do know that you too can clean out the fridge at any time”
Hubby: “But I wouldn’t know what to throw away”
Me: “Anything that’s been in there for a while… I trust your judgment”
Hubby: “You trust my judgment??? You know that I use the mold test right?”
(this elicits a huge sigh from me…)
Because you know what…..as always, his tactics have gotten him out of yet another chore around the house…