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Uh, Honey What Smells?

We live in the lap of luxury in the dufus household. We own two cars, watch two TVs, use two laptops and best of all we have two fridges.  It kinda reminds me of that old sign in the window of the barbershop when I was a little kid "Two barbers. No waiting." But I digress.

When we renovated our kitchen we bought a new fridge. We got rid of the fridge and the freezer we had in the basement. And we moved the old kitchen fridge to the garage.

A second fridge is great for beer. It's not so good for food. Because what happens is you forget about the food. Outta sight, outta mind as they say. You see we often use that second fridge to store leftovers ad vegetables - two things I'm not so keen on. But don't tell Mrs. Dufus. Don't get me wrong. My wife is quite the cook. She's a regular Chef Ramsey in the kitchen - minus the curse words...well, most of the time. But to me something delicious the first time around sometimes loses it's appeal when chilled or frozen and then re-heated.

And so it sits. And the longer it sits, the more it gets forgotten and the more it gets forgotten the more it starts to go bad and the more it goes bad the more it starts to smell.

We have milk and yogurt months past their due date. We have green peppers that once were red peppers and blue peppers that once were green peppers. We have green hot dogs and mouldy bread. And we have stuff that looks like this...

Who knew my wife was a biologist?

Yes, that's right. We have quite the collection of what I refer to as "high school science experiments". Now I try and do my part. Every once and awhile I'll let Mrs. D know our food has taken a turn for the worse. Isn't that nice of me? I mean, who knows, she might be keeping that stuff for some reason I'm not aware of. She may want to use some of it. I don't know, like, maybe as a unique table centre piece?

Anyway, look what I found to make her life easier. A handy dandy guide of when to throw food away. And you (Mrs. D for example) can print it out and paste it on the fridge door. Just look at this...

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I can be like that from time to time - helpful.

It's how I roll.

No need to thank me, honey.

You're welcome.


Ziva said…
I was planning on having yesterday's dinner for luch tomorrow, but that's such pretty high school science experiment you have there that I might just give the leftovers a few more days to stew.
Nonamedufus said…
Oh, yeah, stew. You should see the green fuzz we have on our stew, Ziva! Yummy.
meleahrebeccah said…
The graphic is awesome - but, um, maybe YOU could clean out the refrigerator too? :)
Nonamedufus said…
But that's the point. Now that we have the graphic we know when to dispose of the 3 month-old yogurt.
Nonamedufus said…
Oh, I see. You mean ME!? I don't do fungi
Brett Minor said…
We eat everything. If you can't see mold, it must be good.
Nicky said…
You know, it's posts like this that make me envy Mrs. Dufus. Seriously. Lucky her, she's close enough to smack you right now. :-)
nonamedufus said…
Although, I am a fun guy. (lol)
nonamedufus said…
You mean you eat with your eyes closed? That can be dangerous.
nonamedufus said…
She wouldn't hi... OUCH!!!!!
Quirky Loon said…
I was trying to eat lunch yesterday when I first "saw" this post. I had to quickly click away. heh heh

This was a hella wella fun AND gross post! :)
Nonamedufus said…
I' Mrs. It'!
Quirky Loon said…
heh heh

Oh, wait, I'm NOT supposed to chuckle, right?
Nonamedufus said…
Well, depends on whose side you're on.

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