Honey, is this meat or is this cake?"
–George Carlin
A jar of meat(?) baby food.
A container of pedialyte.
Antibiotics.
No kids in this house.
[sub]Okay,okay. I’ll cop to it. The stuff is only a 2-3 months old.
I had it for a sick kitty. It needs pitched.[/sub]
I recently removed a container of yogurt from my little dorm fridge that had changed color to a nice deep green.
Hmm, that’s a tough call. Maybe the Phenergan suppositories (prescribed for the little Daxling after his surgery). Didn’t need them, but ya never know…
There’s also the jar of green olives from Thanksgiving 2001. We’ve come to an uneasy truce: they don’t bother me, I don’t bother them 
I don’t think there’s anything scary in my fridge at the moment (though who really knows what’s lurking in those unlabeled containers?), but once our freezer was stockpiled with green onions. You’d think - leastaways I’d think - that they would keep satisfactorily in there. But after awhile, they started to smell. To someone like me, who despises onions in any form, this was bad enough.
But the smell got worse. I mean, it got REAL grab-head-with-both-hands-and-scream-incoherently bad. Eventually the smell won its battle against the confines of the freezer and permeated the entire room (luckily this freezer was in a back room, so it was somewhat out of the way). It got so awful that I had to hold my breath whenever I got near the freezer, or risk throwing up as soon as the smell hit my nostrils. It was a great, great relief when we finally threw them out.
Maybe this doesn’t sound too bad…but I still shudder to think of it. Ugh.
There’s a goat head in my freezer. I’ve named it Chuck.
My uncle is a blacksmith/ferrier. Last year, we were at his house for a family reunion. My mother asked where the soda and beer were being kept, my uncle replied that they were in the fridge in the barn. Mom and I walked over to the barn and up to the fridge/freezer combo. It was one of those where the fridge is on one side and the freezer on the other. My mother opened the freezer side instead of the fridge side by accident and screamed. There were frozen horse legs stacked in the freezer!!!
He claimed they were to study anatomy. . . 
I should have known not to read this thread before lunch (though after lunch wouldn’t have been much better, either). Where’s that puking smiley everyone’s been requesting?
I thought the stuff in my fridge was bad. I was going to post about the milk carton whose contents expired at the end of March, but Cervaise beat me to that one. Last week I threw out a carton of strawberries that had rotted and developed a layer of green fuzz. I know there’s a bag of lettuce buried in there somewhere that’s probably turned to mush (I’m afraid to look). I also know there’s some cheese that needs to go out. I have too weak of a stomach to root around in the back reaches of my fridge right now, so I think when trash night comes around again on Monday I will have my roommate do it as he can look at and handle once-edibles without his gag reflex kicking in.
I had a half empty quart of SoyMilk in my frig at the time of the great Blackout. I’m keeping it as a souvenir.
I pitched the remaining portion of a carton of milk that had seen it’s prime slip away last month. But there’s still that chicken breast that somehow worked its way off the plate and between the back of the fridge and the edge of the shelf. I won’t touch it…no fucking way…Mr. Kalhoun will have to put on his radioactive protection outfit, grab some tongs and a blow-torch, and dislodge it from it’s current state of funkification. Either that or we go appliance shopping this weekend.
Tapes a piece of hair over the fridge door and slinks out again
“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Fridge.” Heh. Props also to Etherman for a very entertaining story; now all you need is Sea Monkeys in the Kool-Aid.
For the record, I tossed the scary milk last night. All the way to the can outside, I was walking slowly, staring at the carton in my hand, thinking: *Sniff it. You know you want to. No! It’ll be gross! But how gross will it be? You’ve sniffed these before and survived. Either it won’t be as bad as some you’ve sniffed before, which means it won’t be the worst you’ve ever sniffed, or it will be the worst you’ve ever sniffed, which means you’ve established a new benchmark. So just sniff it. No no no, just throw it away, ewww, who would really want to sniff it? You do. Admit it. Yes, I admit it. I am resisting, I am resisting—
And I resisted. “CHUNK” into the can.
But when I took it out of the fridge to toss it, I caught a glimpse of a half-carton of eggs I didn’t know was in there…
A little tub of garlic spread. Although delicious, it already smells when it’s new, so you can imagine how bad it would stink eight to ten months after it was purchased.
We never found out though. My sister and I were too afraid to open the thing up.
Other than liquified broccoli, there’s only been one truely nasty thing.
I made some steak once. Marinated it in the fridge for a day before, but ended up not using all of it for dinner. So, I closed the tupperware, and stuck it in the back of the fridge.
A few months later, I’m cleaning out the fridge, and see the tupperware. What’s in this? I open it and just about puke. I have a tough stomach, and can clean up cat puke and such with no problem. Anyway, I put the lid back on (I think) and tie it up in a plastic bag, leaving it on the counter for The Cody to take out when he gets home.
About a week later, when the meat stench works its way through the tupperware and the bag, Cody decided to take it out to the trash. However, he somehow manages to knock the lid off, and DRIPS MEAT-JUICE ON THE CARPET.
The stench in my apartment was horrible. The trails of meat juice were easy to find on our white area-rug, but I had to rely on my sense of smell to find them on the brown carpet. gag Two weeks, a lor of open window time, and half a dozen cleanings later, my apt no longer reeked.
I’m going to go clean my fridge out now, thank you.
I just found two things of Stawberry Banana Yogurt that expired 9-2-03. :eek:
This wasn’t actually IN the fridge - but a coupla years ago we were getting this strange smell in the kitchen. All the cupboards had been checked and cleaned out, but the smell persisted. A house-guest offered to check behind the electrical appliances - I’m disabled and couldn’t move them myself. Anyway, he came into the next room with his face almost green and told me that a fieldmouse had got into the kitchen and fallen down somehow into the freezer mechanism at the back where it had liquified - literally.
He asked me to go and look, but I declined - just the mental image was enough to make me puke. He kindly cleaned it up and disinfected it for me. I have since bought a house where the appliances are all built into sealed units in the kitchen… I’m not taking the risk of that happening again - just the memory of it still makes me queasy.
My fridge is okay, but I’ve got a can of haggis in my cupboard.
I think I win.
I have a bottle of nasty, leaky, congealed, sticky Sour Mix that has been in the crisper since 2000. I’m afraid to touch it. I think it’s pretty well stuck to the bottom of the compartment. After that, I also have two rusty cans of strawberry flavored Boost circa 2002 at the back of the second shelf. Maybe not too gross, but it annoys me. I’m just not motivated enough to do anything about it yet.
Other than that, my icebox is pretty clean.
racinchikki and I have cleaned some pretty scary things out of our fridge.
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[li]Six-month-old strawberry Kool-Aid (about two inches in the bottom of a half-gallon container) that had a golf-ball-sized fuzzy… thing in it.[/li][li]Two-week-old macaroni that didn’t look too bad, but the smell damn near killed us when we opened the container, but we had to do it because it was an expensive dish. It got behind the Kool-Aid and forgotten, y’see. Now we store all leftovers in Gladware.[/li][li]Month-old half-full bottle of IBC root beer that was solid. It might’ve been frozen, but none of the other liquids in the fridge were, and we didn’t keep it long enough to investigate (this was after the Macaroni Incident), we just snapped a picture and tossed it. I’ll post the picture if I can find it.[/li][li]Still in there: a canned ham that she brought with her when she moved in July. It sat in the car for 4 days, one and a half of those in Texas in the middle of summer. We’re scared to touch it.[/li][/ul]
Oh, and we also have about a glass worth of sparkling grape juice in a bottle left over from New Year’s that’s probably well on its way to becoming actual wine.