Last week I was sick so I made a batch of turkey soup. A huge, beautiful, nutritious kettle of the best cold medicine in the world. It has tons of onions and garlic and tomato and spinach and it smelled heavenly.
Error 1. I was so sick that I forgot it and left it on the stove overnight.
Error 2. Pissed off at myself, I put it out in the snow on the deck to stay cold.
It went bad.
No longer smelling anything other than utterly rancid, I didn't know what the hell to do with it. Too much to flush and if we dump it in the woods, the stupid dog would get into it.
Error 3. Mike goes and gets a contractor's trash bag and we dump it in there and put it outside to freeze so that we can dispose of it properly. Frozen solid, it went into the trash barrel.
Tuesday was trash pick up day. Saturday and Sunday had been warm. Really warm.
When Mike got home from work he got out of the truck at the bottom of the driveway to put the barrels in the truck and bring up.
Error 4. As he always does, he slung the barrel over his shoulder and into the truck bed..... bathing himself in a wave of incredibly odoriferous thawed turkey-ish slop.
Live and learn.
My sister called after we had thrown the soup out and when I told her about it, I must have sounded more than slightly pathetic. She showed up a few hours later with all the fixin's for me to make anther batch of soup. My sister rocks.