More Adventures in Regrettable Food
May. 17th, 2007 09:02 pmYou can't keep my grandmother out of the kitchen; believe me, I wish I could.
A few minutes ago I walked into the kitchen to get a drink and saw one of the two housecats on the countertop next to a pot full of scraps. This particular cat loves chicken, some bones and bits of chicken left over from lunch had been in the pot. These bits, for the most part, had been spread out of the scrap pot and over the counter.
One large piece of chicken bone and flesh, however, had ended up deposited in another pot to the right of the scrap pot- a pot in which Mammaw had cut potatoes into fries and set them to soak in water overnight.
When I reported the contamination, she said, "No, they're still good- I'll just dump the water out and wash 'em again."
I pointed out that no amount of washing would rid the potatoes, which had soaked in water along with chicken that had been eaten off of first by a human and then by a cat, of germs.
"Ain't nothin' wrong with 'em- besides, that chicken was fresh. Ain't no germs on it."
She's going to fry the damn things in the morning. Betcher ass I ain't eatin' em- not that I'm fond of potatoes fried in cheap peanut oil anyhow.
A few minutes ago I walked into the kitchen to get a drink and saw one of the two housecats on the countertop next to a pot full of scraps. This particular cat loves chicken, some bones and bits of chicken left over from lunch had been in the pot. These bits, for the most part, had been spread out of the scrap pot and over the counter.
One large piece of chicken bone and flesh, however, had ended up deposited in another pot to the right of the scrap pot- a pot in which Mammaw had cut potatoes into fries and set them to soak in water overnight.
When I reported the contamination, she said, "No, they're still good- I'll just dump the water out and wash 'em again."
I pointed out that no amount of washing would rid the potatoes, which had soaked in water along with chicken that had been eaten off of first by a human and then by a cat, of germs.
"Ain't nothin' wrong with 'em- besides, that chicken was fresh. Ain't no germs on it."
She's going to fry the damn things in the morning. Betcher ass I ain't eatin' em- not that I'm fond of potatoes fried in cheap peanut oil anyhow.