I’d known there was a problem.
I started knowing when I got a whiff one day as I dug through my fridge.
I continued knowing when the same kind of whiff happened every time I opened it.
I knew something had to be done when I was in the living room and realized someone had opened the fridge because I could smell that same smell.
Seriously. It was actually that bad.
But y’all, since the fridge looked like this, my searches for the Schtank kept proving futile:
It was time for a full-on fridge clean out.
I dragged over the trash can and started pulling stuff out.
I really hate wasting food. Sometimes, I hate wasting food so much that I keep it long after it will/can ever be eaten. (Which is wasting food!) I have to make myself stop and be realistic. Even if something might be OK, if I continually pass it by because I’m concerned it might not be OK, I need to purge it. Might not usually wins, and food we’re never actually going to eat is clutter.
- Chicken broth I’d used half of back in December. It might be ok. But I’d just that week used bullion when I needed chicken broth because I wasn’t absolutely sure it was. It needed to go.
- Fat. I’m sure I had great intentions of doing something with this when i carefully poured it into a jar and placed it in the fridge. I just don’t remember what those intentions were or even when it was that I felt those resourceful feelings. If I can’t remember, it has probably been a long, bacteria-producing time ago.
- Lemon juice which expired almost four months ago. I tell myself not to buy the big bottles of lemon juice because I never, ever use it all before it expires. I also tell myself that it’s better to buy lemon juice because I never think to buy actual lemons when I need lemon juice. I ALSO tell myself that lemon juice is probably fine past its expiration date (since it’s an acid and everything), but I had just made, much to my kids’ chagrin, lemon-juiceless guacamole that week because I was paranoid that it was too far past the date. I poured it out.
- And finally, at the very back of the fridge, was something unidentifiable. I blamed it for the schtank and threw it in the trash without even opening the container.
And then, since I was already invested in this job, I went all the way and started pulling out shelves to wash.
At that point, I was sure the smell had been taken care of, even though I hadn’t positively identified what the problem was. So I kept going, and cleaned out my middle drawer (it’s between the fridge and the bottom-freezer).
I know. Normal people wouldn’t even think of not completing this task all the way (if their fridges ever got this bad). But I thought it. I totally thought it.
And here it was after I was done.
The smell is gone. Whew.
Don’t worry. The trash went out to the garage until trash day!