So there was this little casserole dish with a white rubber cover that's been sitting on my table for probably a year now. It sat on my table for a couple of months under something, and by the time I found it I remembered that there had been a sandwich in there. A sandwich that was now approximately two months old. I should have just sucked it up and dealt with it right then and there, but...two month old sandwich. GROSS. I promptly found something else to do and told myself I'd do it later. Possibly after a long night of drinking. 'Cause to open that Pandora's casserole dish, I was going to need serious liquid courage.
I'm sorta mold-phobic. Is that actually a phobia? Hold up. Can't find anything on The Phobia List
for mold, and I don't feel like going through the whole thing for the equivalent. Tell me if you find it. I know you'll look.
So yeah, that dish sat there for a year. I was pretty sure I was just going to sacrifice the dish and toss the whole thing away. I was pretty sure it would never be usable again anyway.
Tonight--I'm not sure why, but while waiting for my pork chops to fry, my eyes once again fell on that dish. And I couldn't take the curiosity anymore. I reached out, took a great deep breath, and tore the lid away in one swipe--( Cut to save your stomach )