Revolting food finds from the back of the cupboard/fridge

Found an unopened bag of marshmallows dated March 2010 in the back of the cupboard and I opened them to see what they looked like. The answer was a uniform dirty cream colour and growing little whiskers. Think I need a more upmarket recipe for chocolate mousse

Ah yes, moulds can be beautiful can't they. Different colours and textures.

Here is an awe-inspiring example of what can happen when "simple" forms of life get a clear run at some nutrients:

www.theguardian.com/environment/2013/jul/04/china-algal-bloom-yellow-sea-green

Just found the jug of milk that had been left out overnight so I thought I'd add lemon juice and make sour milk scones. That was two weeks ago. Some very pretty cultures.

Very wise Grannyknot we were caught out that time because it was lunch time. When we catered for evening events we had plenty of time to invastigate the facilities and get stuff cooked.

I went to the fridge full of good intentions to have cottage cheese on crispbreads. The cottage cheese was three weeks over its 'use by' date, hadn't gone green, but tasted a bit rancid. So I'm afraid it will have to be binned and I am off to Waitrose to replace it and continue with the 5:2.

I went to the fridge a couple of days ago and found 3 jars had frozen to the back - and it's an icefree fridge! Or it was until I left something [I don't know what's in them either] touching the back for over a year

Deedah that scenario is why I insisted we engage someone who knows the kitchen in the big country house where my daughter is getting married next year, I said I didn't mind what the cost was! Luckily we found a local farmer's wife who knows the kitchen well. It's my worst nightmare a big strange kitchen.

JessM is that what it is re the cord.

Bet you wished you'd said something like "Well you're grown up now darling so I'm sure you can sort out your own mouse." agile - but they pull the flaming umbilical and we come running, dammit.

some years ago my Daughter rang me in a panic saying that a mouse had run into her house,I heard the kids screaming so I told her to close the kitchen door to keep it in one room.I then ran out and drove there like I was demented.
On arrival I picked up the sweeping brush just as the mouse was running under the stairs, threw the brush and hit the mouse.I found the mouse after searching through the toys ect and it was only injured.My Daughter and the Kids insisted on getting a cardboard box and cotton wool to nurse the mouse.I was then the heartless Grandad who had injured the poor little mouse

Not food kept too long, but food kept badly! My friend and I were catering for a charity event at a big country house. Ploughman's lunch and a choice of carrot and coriander soup or leek and bacon soup. The big pans of soup were too big to go in the fridge so they had to be left out overnight to cool down - but hey! they could have a good boil up when we got to the venue. Horrors! When we arrived we found an elderly AGA! I had never used one but got the two pots of soup heating up. As it got close to lunchtime I realised that the leek and bacon soup (the real health hazard) was barely warm because I had put it on the cooler hot plate! I swapped the pans round and, with a lot of praying, got the leek and bacon almost hot by lunch time. When we discussed it afterwards we found that both of us had decided that as long as we didn't talk about it it would be fine and no one would die - and nobody did!

jud that must have been quite a pong

Jud ew.

Here's my revolting food at the back of the fridge (having just cleaned out my fridge, what a nice feeling): bottles of pickles where the vinegar has gone murky and stringy (I always think it's because everyone's had their fingers in there!). Yukk. So out they went.

A month after we were married, DH and I went to Nigeria to work for a year. My mother said she would pack up the rented flat for us. All the stuff was stored in MIL's house until we returned.

On our return we arrived at MIL's house to stay for a few weeks. As soon as we went in the door we were greeted by a foul smell. I traced it to the spare room where our household possessions were stored. On opening a Tupperware box, I was almost knocked over by an appalling stench emitted by a black sludge which I think was one year old cabbage! Mum had cleared out the fridge but forgot to empty the box. It was even worse than rotten potato!!

I need to make clear that MIL had no sense of smell and was completely oblivious to what had pervaded her house. Wonder what visitors thought

Mine only sulked the once. On the first holiday we went on together.

He did especially when I wrote a 5 page, minute by minute (literally) of the work I did with (then 5) children throughout the day. He never again asked what did I do all day. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

What else would you do with a dead mouse?

I like it flowerofthewest - when they mend their ways to win the regard of a good woman.

A dead mouse.

The dog brought one in as a present and my very young son picked it up off the floor and put it in the fridge for after.

Flower
When defrosting my fridge/ freezer yesterday, I found a bowl of 'something' in the fridge. I still don't know what it was, but it looked quite pretty with all the furry bits which were turning orange on top. It was the slimy contents underneath which flummoxed me. I also found a lone choc ice in the freezer which sadly started to defrost so, sadly, I had to eat it..

flower LOL.

They are Jess. I should feel ashamed but am ashamed to say that I do not feel ashamed! is that wrong.

Not food but when I was 'courting' my now DDH and the single mother of 4 lively children he went upstairs to use the loo. The old fashioned type with overhead cistern and ball on a chain. He came down looking rather concerned and said 'I'm not sure if we should still consider continuing with this relationship' I was shocked, had I left a used ST on the side of the bath, were my yesterdays knickers lying about the bathroom, had I forgotten to flush. No!! he had stood on the loo seat and tested for dust on the TOP of the cistern. I nearly killed him. I showed him the door and told him that I certainly did not want to live with such a pedantic, fussy old fart and if he wanted to apologise he could do so when he had thought about it.

About 2 hours later he phoned to apologise and he has not mentioned dust since. I lie, when we moved to his flat temporarily he wrote 'clean me' in the dust on the TV I wrote underneath clean it your bloody self.

We are very very happy and have been together for 32 years.

My DDs and SILs go through my cupboards and fridge every time they are here - they know me too well!

mouldy sausage [grin[ flowerofthewest and respect as well
Maggots are always a bad sign too, aren't they.

At a family party my DM made a sponge cake with fresh cream and strawberries. Her sight is not that good and when I took the lid off the tin I noticed that the strawberries had a lot of green 'hair'. I quietly mentioned it to mum so a not to embarrass her. She promptly turned them over saying "No one will notice if you don't say anything" I had to warn people quietly not to eat the sponge cake.

eeek! when on holiday two years ago our DDS rang from home asking how long had I had a tin of grapefruit, I wasn't sure and asked why. He was not a happy bunny, he has noticed fruit flies coming out of the cupboard where we store tinned foods. The tin has burst and fruit flies had obviously laid eggs and there were maggots crawling around the shelf. Now, my son is a big brave lad but his one pet hate is maggots. He abhors them and is 'frightened' of them. He did manage, however, to empty the shelf, take them out and scald everything. The tin was dated best before 2001. Oops.

When my DMiL was alive we were having a family slide show at home. A picture came up of myself and the children sitting on the sofa. My MiL exclaimed "What on earth is that poking out of the side of the cushion?" To my horror it was a mouldy sausage. I have never lived it down.

Carrots are almost as bad as potatoes when they start to go slimy.