What in the world? Since when does a bag of spuds emit this awful smell? They aren’t old or growing eyes…it’s just a normal bag of taters that’s less than a week old!
I have never experienced this before, but damn…it made one whole corner of the house smell moldy, musty and whatnot. I assume these are still good to eat? They are residing out on the deck now, with cold temperatures.
What gives? Never had this happen before but it’s certainly that bag of potatoes. Weird.
Rotting potatoes smell worse than discovering the rotting corpse of a rodent your cat hid, but I certainly wouldn’t call it a musty smell. Toss 'em is good advice, I think.
Rotten potato is one of the worst smells ever. I once found what I thought was a dead animal in a closet, buried under a pile of winter stuff. It was so gross I called the kids in and made them help me retrieve it, using all manner of brooms and implements so we didn’t have to touch the nasty smelly corpse. Turned out to be a rotten potato that our dog Molly had stolen and buried for later consumption. (Well, it probably wasn’t rotten when she stole it…)
We had a funky smell in our pantry a few weeks ago and I couldn’t figure it out… till I got to the bottom of the bag of onions. Yoiks!! All the other onions were fine, but that one was well past its prime.
I have this problem every time I go to Aldi. The aisle where they have those big bags of potatoes makes me gag! It’s that same musty smell, and their potatoes always smell that way. I wondered if it’s just the bin smelling so bad affecting the potatoes or if they just always have bad potatoes. I only bought them once and threw them away soon after.
This reminds me of what my kids did at my Mom’s house once.They were playing in the basement and found the shelf with all the canned goods and proceeded to peel all the labels off of them.:smack:
Rotten potatoes really are nasty. I rember a few months ago i had to clean up a rotten bag of potatoes and you could smell it from 20 feet away. It was nasty.
I once had a bag of potatoes go bad on me over night. Bought them in the afternoon, put them in the pantry, woke up to a bag of foul, reeking black/brown gush.
It made me think of the hunger in Ireland, and how it must have felt to tuck the potatoes away, safe in their bins, more than enough for a comfortable Winter; and then to wake up to that evil stench. All that work of digging them up by hand for naught as well.