I got home tonight, and as soon as I walked in the door, I smelled something nasty. Nothing was out on the countertop, and nothing was rotting in plain sight, so that left just one option – the fridge. As soon as I opened the door, I knew I was right.
I poked around for a few minutes, trying to find where the smell was coming from, and soon enough it was abundantly clear where the stench was coming from – a container of eggs I’d hard-boiled a week and a half ago. I know they stay pretty good for a week, but I guess they rapidly go downhill after day 7. I’d apparently forgotten about them, and now I’m paying the price – they REEKED.
This is the first (and hopefully only) time I’ve ever had to move something directly from the fridge, to a garbage bag, to the trashcan outside. Even then, the stench stayed in the container, so I had to let it soak in soapy water. Gross.
I hate to waste food, but I think I would’ve been pushing my luck if I’d have eaten these bad boys.