So the other night, little Miss Faery decided at about 2 am that she’d had enough sleep and she wanted to get up and play. So I ended up on the couch with her until about 5:30.
There’s not much on TV in the middle of the night, but I did find something–a fascinating show about food and germs. I don’t remember what it was called, but man! I was stunned.
Not by the amount of bacteria etc. you may find in your food–believe me, I’m so paranoid about that I used to wash out my Thanksgiving turkeys with a very, very weak bleach solution before cooking (followed by gallons of clean water). I’m so paranoid, apparently, that when I told hubs about the show, he said, “I know you don’t do that–you treat raw chicken in the kitchen like toxic waste, and every time someone comes in the room you shout, ‘Don’t touch that! It hasn’t been washed!'”
Which is true. I do obsess about it. I practically wear a Haz-Mat suit. It’s true that I make careful note of what I’ve touched with raw chicken hands, and even wash the sink taps as I wash my hands. It’s true that it’s not unusual for me to do so five or six times before I put the chicken in the oven, because I can’t touch the refrigerator handle or the cupboard handles until my hands are clean. There’s a reason I keep a super-intense moisturizer by the kitchen sink.
But the people on this show…first we have the raw chicken woman. She didn’t even rinse her hands after touching the chicken, but went straight to the ham to slice it. She touched her kids and handed them cookies. She touched loaves of bread. She touched her husband’s suit. She touched plates and dish towels and cabinets and pens and…*shudder*. It was horrifying. Especially when they used a blue light to show all the places she’d touched glowing with salmonella.
Far worse, though, was the woman who didn’t wash her hands after using the bathroom, then started setting out cookies for her friends.
But the ultimate, and by this I mean the ultimate in “Are you insane?”, was the guy who ordered take-out, ate half of it, then fell asleep on the couch–and in the moning finished the take-out. Which had been sitting on his coffee table all night. Who does that? Who among us, having reached the age where we have our own homes, really thinks it’s okay to eat food that’s been sitting out all night? Did that even look appetizing, or taste good? The curry sauce had a grimy skin on it! Who eats that?
Who is dumb enough to take home the wedding buffet food that’s been sitting out for ten hours? I’m not talking about tortilla chips or anything, which would be stale but edible if you were really hungry. I’m talking about pork pies, or chicken breasts.
What’s the yuckiest food thing you ever heard?
(BTW–Blogger’s refusal to allow me to post yesterday means I missedmy chance to dance around and celebrate the Cards’ World Series win. But YAY! I grew up in St. Louis, I remember their ’82 win soooo well, and it was very exciting to see them finally win again!)
(BTW again–tomorrow evening I will list the answers to any unsolved quotes in the movie quote game below, so get your guesses in!)