By Heather Webber / Heather Blake
About a month ago, I made egg salad for lunch. (By the way, I have the perfect recipe for boiling eggs so the shells will come off, no problem, if anyone’s interested.)
As I’m the only one in the house who will eat egg salad, I didn’t finish all of it. I put the leftovers in a nice Tupperware-type container and stuck it in the fridge.
Where it sat and sat. Weeks.
Long past when I’d ever eat those leftovers.
Long past when I even wanted to take the lid off to wash out the contents.
Therein was the problem. I was scared to wash it out. Scared of what had grown inside the container. Scared of the smell. My goodness, the smell. Can you even imagine?
I could. Which is why that container continued to sit in the fridge.
Until earlier this week when I summoned all my courage, reached in the fridge and pulled it out.
And threw the whole thing in the trash.
Can you blame me?
PS: If Mr. W is reading this, I’m totally kidding about throwing away a perfectly good storage container. Yeah, kidding.