When in doubt, throw it out. If it looks nasty, it probably is, and I chuck it. If it looks fine, like, “This yogurt’s been here a while but it looks ok”, I’ll sniff it. If still not sure, I let hubby taste it.
Absolutely not. In fact, I’ve thrown away more than one piece of cheap plastic container that had old forgotten leftovers in it. I didn’t want to take the risk on smelling it while dumping it down the disposal, much easier to toss the whole thing. It’s also why I won’t buy expensive storage containers
After seeing my brother’s reaction to smelling something that had been sitting for God knows how long in the back of my recently-departed mother’s fridge, there is no way I would consider sniffing any unknowns I stumbled across. But then again, I clean my fridge out every week like clockwork. Nothing stays in there more than seven days, and if it hasn’t been eaten by then, it’s gone. To further prevent this from occurring, I try to ensure that there are never any leftovers of anything that is cooked.
As far as I’m concerned, there’s no reason to get confirmation by smell that something has gone bad when it’s obvious on sight that it has. There are some things that are a little stinky that I sometimes find mildly pleasant or even satisfying - my son after he’s been sleeping comes to mind (he has that salty, slightly sour little boy smell) - but old food isn’t one of them.
Depends on just what kind of nasty we’re talking about. Anything that’s fuzzy and not a fresh peach get chucked automatically. Just yesterday though I had a jug of milk that was a couple of days past its expiration. I held it up and it looked like it had separated somewhat so I gave it a sniff and then a sip. Not the best but good enough for the brownies I was making.
Ferret Herder has it. I will sniff milk to double-check it, because the smell of mildly sour milk isn’t exactly gut-wrenching…but nothing else. I’m a bit paranoid about food that way anyway; I won’t eat a lot of things that are probably OK, just on the very slight chance that they aren’t. (Condiments sitting out all day at a BBQ? Unless it’s ketchup or mustard, not gonna go there.)
And any leftover in the fridge that’s more than 3 days old is Mr. Levins’ property by default. He knows I won’t go near it ever again. He has the stomach of a goat. I do not.
My husband does that. I’m a firm believer in tossing it. I’ll just toss it if it looks nasty. My husband, on the other hand, insists on the sniff test… unless it’s really visibly nasty. Maybe I’ll give milk a sniff or bread that night be a little stale if I’m unsure. But I tend not to sniff… eewww…