canesisters
Garden Master
I just ate what was probably bad cabbage....
Not on purpose.
Ya see... what had happened was
In a sleepy haze this morning I grabbed a small container of left over cabbage and pork - that I had brought to work for lunch last week but didn't finish because it was a bit bland. I dumped in some ground beef and squash and a little salt and ran out the door. A little while ago I heated it up and sure enough, adding the beef and salt did the trick. It was really good. As I was finishing up the last bit I thought "Gee, wish I had just brought some salt last week ..." And THAT was when a little scene flashed before my mind... of getting home last Thurs or Fri and thinking that the chickens would enjoy this cabbage since I didn't.. and sitting it on the counter to carry out to them... and then getting a call.. and then getting distracted with chores... and then - late that evening - sticking it in the fridge thinking that I don't want to leave it out all night and give the chickens a rotten, smelly 'treat'... and then grabbing that same container this morning... .
Yall remember me fondly and say nice things at my funeral (just not things about how stupid I was to put that container back in the fridge.. or how stupider it was to forget HOW it go in there when I pulled it out again..)
Not on purpose.
Ya see... what had happened was
In a sleepy haze this morning I grabbed a small container of left over cabbage and pork - that I had brought to work for lunch last week but didn't finish because it was a bit bland. I dumped in some ground beef and squash and a little salt and ran out the door. A little while ago I heated it up and sure enough, adding the beef and salt did the trick. It was really good. As I was finishing up the last bit I thought "Gee, wish I had just brought some salt last week ..." And THAT was when a little scene flashed before my mind... of getting home last Thurs or Fri and thinking that the chickens would enjoy this cabbage since I didn't.. and sitting it on the counter to carry out to them... and then getting a call.. and then getting distracted with chores... and then - late that evening - sticking it in the fridge thinking that I don't want to leave it out all night and give the chickens a rotten, smelly 'treat'... and then grabbing that same container this morning... .
Yall remember me fondly and say nice things at my funeral (just not things about how stupid I was to put that container back in the fridge.. or how stupider it was to forget HOW it go in there when I pulled it out again..)