Now I don't know about other people, but I have this habit of keeping all sorts of food in my fridge or even outside of my fridge. And I have several good reasons for doing this. One, I don't believe in expiry dates. I think a food can be edible regardless of the numbers written on there, that's just to scare people. Besides, they still look perfectly fine, why throw them away? Two, if a food is bad, then I would have to throw it into the garbage can, taking up its space, hence more frequent times for me to take out the garbage. Three, throwing it into the garbage would mean smelly garbage as the organics decompose, I'd rather keep it in the fridge, at least the food won't smell as bad.
This habit of mine did not aggravate until a couple years ago, when I started to live by myself, and with my brother sometimes.... obviously we share the same perspective in terms of food keeping. In fact I think it runs in the family, at least among the siblings. In 2008, our fridge broke while I was out of the country. The most my brother could do was to move all the things out to the balcony. It wasn't until three weeks after I came back did I decide to clean them out, I couldn't stand the smell anymore.... And also, I remember my mum complaining that she spent two hours cleaning out my sister's fridge in London, while finding old matters that she mailed to her a year ago. Anyway, fridge cleaning became a common ritual when my parents visit their children, whether in Vancouver, or in London. Too bad they have little time to visit my brother in Victoria. Oh I believe his fridge is much more interesting than mine.
Jack never liked the way I keep my food. He says I will get food poisoning one day. Same with Anna, though I don't think she's better than me, she did throw out my bananas once because she couldn't stand the way they became so black and "baggy".
Now I will really get into the story. This morning when I got up, actually afternoon to be honest, I felt like eating hash brown. I don't know about other people, but when I want to eat something, I seriously want to eat that thing. So I started preparing for hash brown. Making hash browns is simple, all you need is basically a potato. I looked into my good o' fridge, and there it was! Two big brown potatoes! I happily took them out and examined them, as I did with all my other food products that comes from the fridge (I know I hate to "refuse" to eat my food, but sometimes, as long as you're rational, you really must throw them out, for example, my chocolate cake which turned into something that resembled a green tea chocolate brownie after a couple weeks). Anyway, I realised that there were funny little green tissues sticking out from the potatoes. They were hard and spiky, they just didn't look right on a potato. I contemplated with whether or not to eat it, but decided the hell with it. I thought, as long as I chop them off, it will all be normal, and that's what I did.
While I was frying the grated potato, I realised that the colour is weird. Normally they turn into golden and crunchy bits, but this time they are grey and gooey. But I didn't think too much, I ate it with ketchup and pleasure. It tasted pretty good actually, though kind of like chewing gums, the texture made it delicious, I was just about to type on my facebook status: "Oh my gosh! I just made the best hash brown ever!"
Everything was fine until after I got to work. While I was arranging the tea boxes I began to feel this weird nausea. Then it was okay for a moment.... THEN A TERRIBLE STOMACH ACHE... then okay again.... THEN A FEELING OF "SERIOUSLY, I NEED A TOILET RIGHT AWAY". I ran out of the store while my boss was giving me instructions and raced towards the washroom. Usually the washroom is empty, because we only share it with the staffs from Blue Ruby, but this time SOMEONE JUST HAD TO BE INSIDE! I walked back and forth, trying to ease my pain, and I thought maybe I should just go to the backstreet and finish my business there. Thank goodness she came out soon enough, I ended up staying in there for twenty minutes.... never have I loved a toilet so much. I went back to the store, thinking that everything was alright now, did cash for a while, UNTIL THE THING HIT AGAIN. I was in so much pain that as soon as I stuffed the change into the customer's palm, I ran to the washroom again,... this time, I stayed in there for another twenty minutes. That was finally the end.
I thought I would share this little story with Anna An, she has to know too, since she is just like me. She listened to my story attentively, and she finally said, "you know Sherry, I understand how you feel, and I know too that you shouldn't eat potatoes with things growing out of it". I curiously asked, "how did you know that?"
"Ohhhhh~ Because I ate them before too".
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