Even though I miss Husband #2, there are some things about him I’m happy to be without and voicing these items keeps me from sinking too deeply into despair.
Today’s gem: I throw out food before it’s moldy
Husband #2 is a bit of a penny pincher. Not a bad thing until it comes to the contents of the fridge. That’s where the bio-hazard fun begins.
My mantra is when in doubt, throw it out. If I can’t remember buying it, opening it, or the last time I ate it, it’s a candidate for the trash. Unfortunately Husband #2 and I would butt heads over my routine. He was of the mindset that mold was just a little indicator that you should eat this food over the next couple of days or weeks.
One of our blow-ups came about because of feta.
We had a huge Costco brick of feta in the back of the snack drawer. I pulled it out to use on a salad and, much to my surprise, it was covered with a fuzzy fur coat of almost neon blue mold. Into the trash it went. About a week later, Husband #2 went looking for the feta but couldn’t find it. I told him about the mold and the cleansing. He was skeptical. His disbelief led to a huge fight. My response to the fight was childish. I started showing him the mold covered foods before throwing them out. I would start by saying, “Is it OK if I toss this?” and offer up a dinner plate sized petri dish of something Louis Pasteur would have been proud to grow.
Now I throw out things without getting permission.