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So my boyfriend and I moved in together a couple of months ago, and that’s when I noticed two things.
a.) He removes take-out, even fast food, out of its wrappings/containers and onto dinner plates.
b.) He leaves it out til he finishes it later.
I have no problem at all with a.), I just find it amusing. I’m the girl who believes plastic, paper, and styrofoam were invented to prevent doing dishes, so I don’t really understand the need to remove your Chili’s burger from its styrofoam box and paper wrapping and put it on ceramic dinnerware, but hey. That’s what the dishwasher is for.
b.), however, freaks me out.
Regardless of what dinner is–and we eat a LOT of takeout and fast food–he’ll serve himself a portion, usually half, and then leave the rest covered on the counter. Chinese food, chicken, barbecue, mashed potatoes, sandwiches, potato salad, hot wings…you name it, he leaves it out on the counter. For hours.
Before he goes to bed, he will usually polish off the other half.
I always put food in the fridge if I’m not going to eat it immediately. I don’t care what it is. Back in my waitressing days, I had to have a Food Handler’s Permit, and there’s this whole spiel (dunno how to spell that word!) about the “danger zone” for food. Keep hot food above 140 degrees, keep cold food below 40. Otherwise it breeds bacteria and you could get sick.
I’ve spent twelve hours in the bathroom, praying for death, because of church-supper potato salad.
I’m paranoid about food in general and about anything with mayo in particular…obviously as a result of this experience. That and working in restaurants, where you see the ranch dressing with that icky brown congealed layer on top that means it’s about 80 degrees and could send someone else to the bathroom for many miserable hours.
Thus the question:
Is he the exception or am I?
I’ve seen him eat something at four o’clock and then eat the other half of it at ten or eleven o’clock at night. Even stuff that frightens me. Stuff with eggs and mayo and what-not. He says he sees no point in chilling something that he’s going to re-heat in a few hours.
He’s never gotten food-poisoning, FTR. He says if he’s going to eat it “the next day,” i.e., go to sleep and wake up to it, that he’ll throw it in the fridge. Otherwise, it sits on the counter. That fried chicken sandwich with mayo all over it that ooooogs me out.
So am I crazy? Or is he just really lucky?
And as for point a.), it’s a minor one, but if you have any experience on that I’d be amused to hear it, just because I’ve never met anyone who puts a McRib onto a dinner plate.