Tomorrow is Mr. Rilch’s birthday. Tradition dictates an ice-cream cake from Coldstone’s.
I was sooooooooo careful getting it back to the house. I had all the windows open and the air on; I kept to a steady 65 on the freeway, then coasted on the surface streets with a feather’s touch on the pedals. Carried it oh so carefully up the stairs…
…and put it in the fridge.
I’m notorious for this: putting stuff in the fridge when it’s meant for the freezer, and the reverse. I opened the fridge a little while ago, and saw the cake sitting miserably in its own runoff. With shaking hands, I rearranged the freezer and stowed the cake inside, seeing, in profile, that the top was concave.
I keep my lipstick in the fridge. Simply, this is Florida, summer’s around the corner and I don’t want to keep running the air-conditioner just so I don’t have little melty swirls of color all over the vanity. Again.
It started just a few in the butter keeper, but (former)Roommate was getting concerned when they started taking over the fridge door.
Now if I could just remember to put the butter back in the fridge when I am done.
My mother once put a kitten in the refrigerator, although we never did figure that one out. Her reaction when she realized what she had done was hilarious. To relieve everyone’s concern, the kitty was in the refrigerator for no more than thirty minutes and suffered no ill effects.
PunditLisa: I just looked again, and it is pretty bad. Kind of splayed out, like a smashed hat.
But iamphuna’s dad is absolutely right!
[sub]Actually, I’m not going to have more than a courtesy slice. He always wants coffee ice cream. Either that or cookies’n’cream. The two dullest ice-cream flavors on earth (not to include sorbets and so forth).[/sub]
My mom once put a plastic bag of marshmallows in our (rarely used) upper part of a double oven, thinking that would be a great place to save them for Thanksgiving (she did all the cooking) so we kiddies wouldn’t scarf them down ahead of time.
Then, early Thanksgiving morning, she preheated the oven to get ready to put the turkey in…without peeking first. You can justimagine the resulting stinky mess of melted plastic and carmelized sugar…
I once forgot to put the salsa back in the fridge when I was done with it… which wouldn’t have been too bad, considering that I realized my mistake about 20 minutes later. However, it was too late: my mom had gotten to the kitchen before I did and opened the cupboard. I then had to sit through a lecture about NOT doing that, and about how she was sure that my best friend at the time never did anything lijke that… :rolleyes: (yes, she did things like that all the time, too!)
Then there was the time that I put a bunch of apples and potatoes in the freezer instead of the fridge! :eek: That didn’t go over very well with my mom when she found out!
But I have never put a cabbage in the cupboard… or at least, not yet. [size=1]There, but for the grace of God, go I… hehehehe… just kidding! :p[size=1]
Don’t feel so bad. This friend of mine told that his friend’s aunt hired a hippie baby sitter sometime in the 70s. The parents called during their evening out to see how the baby was doing, and the babysitter told them the baby was fine and she had put the turkey in the oven. But a few minutes later the mom remembered that she didn’t have a turkey in the fridge! They rushed home and discovered to their horror that the babysitter, stoned on LSD, had committed an unspeakable act.
She got the munchies, stole some dough out of the bedroom nightstand, and went to the store to buy a turkey with the parents’ money! And with no stuffing. They fired her on the spot.
Eva: My mom once left a roasting pan full of fat AND a half-full pizza box in the oven. Then I preheated it, also without looking, to make a coffee cake.
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