It’s psychological I know, and really hope that’s all it will be, but I feel really queasy at this moment. I was already not feeling well, so Michelle gave me some nausea medicine. Feeling better, I started getting hungry. When I am sick, I eat, weird I know.
Last night we had what was claimed to be Meat Loaf. That was the report I got, from my mother-in-law who had cooked it. It was falling apart horribly, so by the time you got enough to transfer from the oven dish, to your plate, it was not recognizable as meat loaf. It looked more like sad chili. It looked horrible, but actually tasted great. This brings us to the crazy part of the night.
I didn’t feel all that well, and the hunger in my stomach was crying out for sustenance. There was some meatloaf left from last night. The mother-in-law had just made her a sandwich and remarked about how good it was. I rummaged through the fridge, locate a semi-clear Tupperware container that has what appears to be the mystery meatloaf/chili looking stuff we had last night. I decide to keep it simple, going with a meat loaf sandwich, easy on the meatloaf part. Dishing some out, I noted since it was cold, the crackers she must have used as filler were more visible now. I reheated the mass in the microwave, made my sandwich and sat back down on the couch to watch TV.
It was a really tasty sandwich and went well with the cold can of Diet Coke I was drinking. Two-thirds of the way through the sandwich, my attention was drawn to what felt like a chili bean I had just chewed. Also, this was some really spicy meat. It was one of those eureka moments, like when you realize in a split instant, that you just stepped in something. My pea brain was going, Chili Bean? Spicy? Chili Bean?, Spi–c….
HOLY-MOTHER-OF-GOD! (forgive me)
I just ate the old chili saved for the Dogs!!
OVER a week ago, we had chili. Mother-in-law had a bowl, I had a bowl. Turns out a quarter way into it, my mouth was on fire. She was unable to eat her’s either. It was really some spicy chili! So Michelle suggested we scrape the two bowls together and place them in the fridge to keep fresh, give it to the dogs the next day. I’m not sure what grossed me out worse, the fact that I just consumed a sandwich made from chili she had been eating (shudder), or the fact it was nearly two weeks old. You guessed it, I had forgotten to give it to the dogs. It had languished in the fridge just waiting for me. There, sitting on the next shelf up, was the meatloaf, in a container I couldn’t see through.
So. I get to muddle through the night, hope the chili (for the dogs) wasn’t bad. One way or another, the mother-in-law manages to see me admitted to the hospital with food poisoning, about once or more, every two year period. I figure I’ll be pretty sick in the next few hours, unless I’m really lucky.
Comments always welcome,
PS: I still have enough for about three sandwiches, any takers?
OMG Ron. I hope you are ok now. With a policeman’s stomach, you should be ok.
I studied in a college which was situated in the heart of dysentery and diarrhoea and everything bad country. We ate on the streets almost every day for variety of foods. I have a cast iron food and like to pride myself that no food disagrees with me unless I disagree with it first. I guess like a doctor even a policeman has to have a cast iron stomach, so I wouldn’t worry too much.
Recently at a dog birthday party, my elder daughter ate the dog biscuits that were kept on the food table; the dog treats looked amazing. And she survived.
I can so understand you being grossed though.
Susie
I tried a tiny chip of a dog biscuit once on a dare 30 years ago. Nasty, I won’t do it again on a dare.So far this morning, after 12 hours, no ill effects. I used to have an iron stomach, but in the last few years, I can walk by something spoiled and think I have food poisoning.
My main worry here is that you were going to feed chili to the dog! I’m not sure that their insides can cope with such spicy food!! 🙂 I reckon you will be OK though. My Mum never threw any food away, and she lived to 87…
Best wishes, Pete.
Yes, it isn’t the best thing for them, and especially the Dane, she can clear a room when she releases pressure. I sure hope I see 87, that would be wonderful.
I had to laugh out loud (sorry) when you discovered what you were actually eating!! I hope you did not get sick from eating it!
So far no ill effects, knock on wood. Either my constitution is stronger, or the food was still good. Laughter is good for us all, that is why I posted it. If something weird happens, I try to make it into something to help someone smile. Thanks for the nice comment.
Oh, no! I hope you didn’t barf, uh, bark! 🙂
I was sure afraid I would be barking by this morning, but so far, all is good. Thanks for the smile.
Chili not a good thing for dogs way too spicy.2 week old not good for humans.Good you survived,
I didn’t realize your MIL cooked.You haven’t mentioned her for awhile.
Much to be said for labelling.
Hope you feel better soon.
Thanks for the comment Stella. She’s a high speed cooker. She cooks too hot, and not long enough. She was about to cook that meatloaf for only 20 mins, she knows better than that (I think). When we realized it, I made sure to hover around the kitchen area and kept it going for an hour and 15 mins cooking. She scrambles eggs, the fire alarm goes off, yet the inside of them are still gooey.
I’m truly amazed that I am not sick!
I had kibble on the counter in a dish. It was obviously kibble. My sis-in-law came in and took a handful. She ate it before any of us could get the words out. As she was going for her second handful we told her it was cat food. Totally grossed her out but she said it was tasty. However, it wasn’t 2 weeks old and spicy.
Oh my gosh! This is hilarious!! LOL!!!
It’s one of our famous family stories! It always comes up along with the time she put cream in my diet soda thinking it was her coffee. Gotta love her.
LOL!
Oh, now that is too funny sorry. Things like that always seem to happen before we can shout “NO!”. I’m hoping the spices are what preserved it. Thanks for the laugh Kate, at least I’m not the only culinary lover of pet food.
You have the most amusing experiences! I hope you survive them all.
Thank you Anne, I think I will.
We used to have to take the dog food up from the floor to keep one of the kids from eating the kibble! My husband is always sticking leftovers in the fridge and forgetting them. When I can’t tell what something is any more, I toss it.
Kids will eat most anything that fits in their mouth! I usually am the one to clean the fridge, but I have been off the game here lately. I go with your strategy too Elizabeth, if I can’t identify it, or it speaks to me on it’s own, time to toss it out.
Oh, oh, I hope you feel better soon.
Morning Kathy! I’m doing well this morning, looks like I dodged the bullet. Thanks for the well wishes.
That’s good news.
I think I’ll pass on that sandwich, thank you very much. Did the dog ever get the rest of that chili?
Strange thing… he didn’t want it. Makes me feel real good about having survived it. Thanks for the comment this morning, always good to see you.
Smart dog! As for you, Ron… need new glasses? New nose? LOL, glad you survived!! Made me queasy just reading your post, seriously! 😀