Urgh. Reminds me of the time, many years ago, when we were helping to set up for a potluck at our synagogue. Someone turned on an oven in the kitchen so we would have someplace to put hot foods, and this… smell …came up. It was horrible. Eventually someone opened the oven, peered aaaaaaall the way to the back, and saw a dish.
Full of chicken.
From the previous event.
Several weeks before.
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Surprisingly, the fridges and freezers there weren’t too bad. We did have to chip away ice to free an entire bakery sheet cake that had been stashed there following a bar mitzvah party (there were too cakes at the party, and the kid just wasn’t that popular, hence an entire leftover cake). The cake was fine, and someone took it to leave in the breakroom at work.
My own fridge has hosted its share of colorful molds, impromptu fermentation projects, and nose-hair-curling smells, but nothing to to top the stories here.
Recently, I discovered that either my wife or I had, inexplicably, put the bottle of cooking oil back in the pantry with no lid on it. I took the bottle out, wondering how long it had been like that and whether it would still be OK. Then I started to wonder what sort of grayish discoloration had formed on the top. Then I realized that a mouse had dived into it and drowned.
What’s with potatoes that makes them smell so bad when they rot ? After all, they’re only made of carbs, not proteins.
(I’ve never experienced the smell myself, just curious from all the stories in this thread about spuds.)
Hey, you too can taste the rainbow. Here’s what you do - take one small potato and roll it under the fridge. Forget for, say, a month, then play What’s That Smell?
No, no, no, you don’t want to roll it under the fridge. Then when it liquefies, the liquid will disperse and so will the smell, eventually. I mean, yes, it will be horrific, but you won’t achieve maximum horror this way. What you want to do is take a potato and put it in a sealed plastic baggie and THEN roll it under the fridge for a month or two. Hell, give it six months.
Then call an old priest and a young priest and if possible get your hands on the Ark of the Covenant, and open the bag with silver-plated tongs. Not before getting your earthly affairs in order, first, of course. You know, just to be safe.
No, with the sealed plastic baggie she’ll be tempted not to open it. Honestly, for maximum nasty you need pretty much the optimum conditions I provided - put it in the potato bin on the counter, but under the good potatoes. Let it simmer.
