You'd think I'm the only person in this Mansion who knows my way around the kitchen. You'd be mostly right. Sometimes, Farmer H gives the impression he might be almost competent, but then the illusion falls apart.
Farmer H got a dozen fresh eggs from one of his customers at the SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5). He kept forgetting to bring them home. I think it was four or five days. When he finally remembered, he decided to have eggs for supper. I will boil eggs or scramble eggs, but I don't FRY eggs. I don't like them that way, and I don't cook them that way.
Farmer H said he was going to have ham and eggs. I had offered to scramble (but leave them in a solid piece), and make him a ham, egg, and cheese McMuffin. Farmer H said no, that he'd fry his own ham and eggs, because he wanted the runny yolk, and put them on a slice of bread, to eat with a fork.
That was fine. I was scratching my lottery tickets at the kitchen table when he began. He fried the ham. Then added oil to the pan for his eggs. I resisted complaining when he whacked those 3 eggs on the side of my small non-stick skillet for about 10 times each. It's not a cast-iron skillet! Just a flimsy thin pan. He would have been better off cracking the eggs against the edge of the counter.
I DID question how he was getting his eggs from skillet to plate, which was on the cutting block. I'd seen him balance each slice of ham on the spatula, and walk it over to the cutting block. I sure didn't want him walking drippy eggs across the kitchen floor. He haughtily replied that he would carry the pan over to the cutting block. I'm still waiting to see if my floor starts collecting dirt on any drippings that might have dropped from the edge of the pan as he tilted it to scrape out his eggs.
Anyhoo... with his supper completed, Farmer H opened FRIG II to reach for a Diet Mountain Dew. He instead picked up a mini jug of milk that I'd gotten to make his generic Hamburger Helper with added mushrooms a while back.
"Are you doing anything with this milk?"
"Um. No. It's expired. I keep forgetting to take it out when I bag up the trash around 10:30 at night."
"Oh. It says 3-6. I was thinking that was March-26."
And with that, Farmer H PUT THE EXPIRED MILK BACK IN FRIG II!!!
It's one thing to keep forgetting to pour it out because you don't remember to check FRIG II when bagging the trash. It's another thing entirely to be told that it's expired, and PUT IT RIGHT BACK IN FRIG II.
I guess throwing out milk is a job only I can do. Like washing his dirty egg skillet.
3 comments:
Putting it back in the fridge is very much a man thing and not at all confined to farmer H.
River,
I can agree with you. But some of them likely do it out of laziness, and wouldn't try to argue how they're right in doing so. I suppose I should have modified the title to ... One Person In This Mansion.
I don't fry eggs either. The Man does his own and I will leave him to it. I always dread the cleanup. He does the flip in the air thing to make his eggs over easy and butter splatters everywhere. He even manages to get the toaster dirty. No surface is expected to avoid The Man and his eggs.
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