These people disgust me, on so many levels
So, tonight my parents decided to go out to a social dinner with friends. These people being their friends, and not mine, I chose to stay here and cook my own dinner. So I rifle through the freezer (which took ten minutes all on its own; organisation, why have we forsaken thee?), dig out some chops, and set about getting ready to grill them. And here's where it gets fun.
So I open up the griller, and take a peek inside. For some reason, mum's put an aluminium sheet over the rack. Odd, but okay. It's pretty filthy though, so I decide to replace it. Pull the rack out, set it on the table, peel up one corner of the aluminium, and then I find out why the aluminium foil was there.
Turns out that, instead of cleaning her cooking utensils after using them, my mother has been simply sticking layer on layer of aluminium foil over the bottom, to disguise the remnants from cooking. I peel up the aluminium foil, and I am suddenly assaulted by a scent so foul it could only be matched by a horde of zombies walking along the Amazon at high noon. Decomposing flesh, why have we not forsaken thee?
So, ten minutes of shouting and two minutes of running the sink later, I set about cleaning up the grill rack for use. As I'm finishing up, I suddenly hear my mother bellowing to get out of the way. Dodging to the side, I stare in horror as she dumps a plastic bag full of her craft stamps in the sink. The horror is caused by the some four dozen maggots stuck to the side of the bag. A minute later, the bag is followed by a two week old sandwich, also with maggots attached.
For some reason, I've lost my appetite.
So I open up the griller, and take a peek inside. For some reason, mum's put an aluminium sheet over the rack. Odd, but okay. It's pretty filthy though, so I decide to replace it. Pull the rack out, set it on the table, peel up one corner of the aluminium, and then I find out why the aluminium foil was there.
Turns out that, instead of cleaning her cooking utensils after using them, my mother has been simply sticking layer on layer of aluminium foil over the bottom, to disguise the remnants from cooking. I peel up the aluminium foil, and I am suddenly assaulted by a scent so foul it could only be matched by a horde of zombies walking along the Amazon at high noon. Decomposing flesh, why have we not forsaken thee?
So, ten minutes of shouting and two minutes of running the sink later, I set about cleaning up the grill rack for use. As I'm finishing up, I suddenly hear my mother bellowing to get out of the way. Dodging to the side, I stare in horror as she dumps a plastic bag full of her craft stamps in the sink. The horror is caused by the some four dozen maggots stuck to the side of the bag. A minute later, the bag is followed by a two week old sandwich, also with maggots attached.
For some reason, I've lost my appetite.