Rancid Fat
The other day my sister was over and we were baking Christmas Treats. She noticed that I had a 'cup o fat' sitting on the window sill next to my oh so lovely silk gerbera daisys. She commented on how nasty it was... and I once again made a mental note to dump the putrid thing out and wash the cup. So many things going on at once and so little brain capacity makes one forget the small and stinky details.
So I'm cleaning the kitchen this evening, and I see it sitting there. I jam a spoon into the top layer, thinking its soft, silky bacon fat. But no, its rock solid nasty-ass ground beef fat. As if this wasn't bad enough, under the rock solid upper layer was a liquid spawn of satan. This was seriously the worst smell I have ever smelt upon. Little floating chunks of putrid were bobbing through the liquid satan.
I nearly barfed.
Moral... do not leave a 'cup o fat' on your window sill for a rainy day.
So I'm cleaning the kitchen this evening, and I see it sitting there. I jam a spoon into the top layer, thinking its soft, silky bacon fat. But no, its rock solid nasty-ass ground beef fat. As if this wasn't bad enough, under the rock solid upper layer was a liquid spawn of satan. This was seriously the worst smell I have ever smelt upon. Little floating chunks of putrid were bobbing through the liquid satan.
I nearly barfed.
Moral... do not leave a 'cup o fat' on your window sill for a rainy day.