Looking Leftover

I’m pushed to the back
Forgotten, spoiled leftovers
Waiting for trash day

A little unconventional for a haiku so I’m calling it a senyrus (which is a type of haiku that is cynical or darkly humorous). Last month I had dinner at my sons’ house. Son#1 had cooked and as we were trying to fit leftovers into the refrigerator, I started pulling out mystery items. I could tell without opening the containers that they had gone bad. It wasn’t even a situation where there was a small spot of mold or something dried out. No, these leftovers were horribly bad. The lids of the containers were bulging with botulism, near exploding with putrefaction. These were bomb squad level. Several were in those disposable Ziploc plastic containers – I tossed them. There was a partial package of bacon that surprised me. I thought that bacon was so full of preservatives that it was unlikely to rot – I was wrong. I’d never seen tie-dye rainbow bacon before… When everything was said and done, I sent Son#1 outside with the kitchen trash to salvage the half dozen Tupperware bowls and sandwich squares. He managed to scrape them out without tossing his cookies. We put them into the sink to soak in some bleach water. We succeeded in cleaning them out and they were washed and returned to duty. There are days where I think I’m one of those forgotten containers reeking of ptomaine.

28 thoughts on “Looking Leftover

  1. Yuck. I have came home to those before unfortunately. Mom usually takes my leftovers for meals for her. Well she forgot and what was suppose to be a week ended up being three gone. Plus they shut our power off for 7 hours to replace a pole for a house going in the neighborhood no notice. My dairy stuff all was molded and all the leftovers growing. Wrangler has an iron stomach though.

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  2. I suspect we’ve all been there . . . the containers in the back of the refrigerator and the feelings of being one of those containers. Praying that we learn to encourage and notice those who are easily forgotten.

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  3. i chuckled at the finding of mystery items. such a good analogy to feeling like leftovers, i feel i am a frozen and unwanted ice cream flavour some days

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  4. I never knew there was a special name for cynical haiku, Muri. Senyrus. I like it. Also that last word, ptomaine. Now there’s a vocabulary lesson for ya! I thought I might hurl just reading your descriptions. In our house, we call leftovers “déjà food.” Once, I left a Tupperware box in the refrigerator at work with a smidgen of beef-a-roni in it. I forgot all about it. Weeks later, someone found it when they cleaned the fridge, and instead of disposing of it, they moved it to the front and stuck a note on it: “Whose mold is this?” 🙂

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  5. Yuck. I’ve never seen tie dyed bacon..though I think it’s funny. I’ve not had that bad of an experience b/4 but pretty close to it. LOL. Glad you saved all the tupperware containers. Hugs

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    1. It wasn’t MY refrigerator – I’m much too organized and OCD to ever allow such a situation but the boys, well, they didn’t inherit that specific foible of mine…. Thanks for the hug I needed one after not winning the raffle for the gift cards – I had about 25 chances to win something and nada…

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  6. Oooooh… not nice at all! I’m glad nobody got food poisoning. This was an interesting post. I had some vanilla pineapple pudding forment just a little bit. I tasted it and it was kind of zingy on my tongue, so I got rid of it rather than trying to eat any of it. It would’ve made me drunk I think.

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    1. Glad you were better safe than sorry! I think that if son#1 were the only one putting in and taking out there wouldn’t be a problem – son#2 will take leftovers home or put them in but generally refuses to eat any leftovers…

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    1. Oh no. You are so much better than tie-dye bacon!! And, you are not ever going to be pitched. You are the Tupperware that I’d go to any lengths to save even when there is gross stuff that has been put in/on you (it was not the Tupperware’s fault)!!! See you soon!

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  7. He is lucky to have you, but he also needs to take a good lesson from that. My mother had us help with her weekly refrigerator clean-out, so that each of us knew rotten food items, when we saw them.

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