it's no secret that i'm not much of a cook. my idea of a fancy dinner includes lightly toasting my bread before i slap the peanut butter and jelly on it. i know, i know. it's a classy establishment over here.
despite my lack of cooking skillz (yes, with a z), i find myself pretending every now and then that i know how to do things. when the mood strikes me as i'm waltzing through the grocery store (which is the MOST overwhelming experience for someone of my cooking level), i buy all kinds of crap. that's right. crap. half the stuff i don't even know what it is, the other half i at least recognize the name despite not knowing its purpose.
on my latest adventure into the land of edible fear, i decided i'd buy a few green peppers and see what magic i could make happen. unlike some of my other purchases, i at least knew what this one was. when i got home, i washed and sliced the pepper (which is no easy task for someone that doesn't touch food - another thing that can wait for another post) and put it into a container to save for later.
so, umm, i forgot about it. it happens to the best of us, and the forgetful bug surely got me about those pesky little peppers. they were sitting all still and quiet on the bottom shelf and they just slipped my memory. when i finally did see them again, i decided it was probably for the best if i just threw it out. chances were high that even if i thought they weren't bad/rotten/whatever happens to vegetables, i wouldn't eat whatever i put them in anyways. so i tossed them out (wasteful, i know) and went about my day. by that evening, i was smelling something strange in my kitchen and for a second thought maybe i had a dead mouse or something equally as lovely. upon opening the garbage can to toss something out, i found the culprit - those pesky little peppers were reeking up a storm.
i quickly took out the bag and tied it tightly hoping to capture that lovely scent inside the bag so it wouldn't be able to invade my nose anymore. upon waking up the next morning (yes, i could have gone that night, but safety should always trump reeking green peppers), i took the bag to the dumpster, trying my hardest not to breathe as i walked the short distance. seriously, the stench was that bad.
i didn't really think much more about it after that as i went about my day running errands, physically attending class even if my mind was absent, and going to work. i assumed that once i got rid of the vegetable's version of a stink bomb, i'd be able to inhale deeply without feeling like vomiting. wrong. wrong. wrong.
apparently, green peppers don't just stink for a hot second. apparently they don't just stink while they're physically in your home rotting. apparently their horrid smell seeps into your walls, carpet, hair, etc. because seriously, the smell won't go away.
and no, there's not actually a dead mouse somewhere, and no, the smell is not coming from my sink or garbage disposal. it's those darned green peppers. and although i do appreciate the fact that they're trying to stay with me even though i discarded them (what a thoughtful vegetable), we'll see if i ever buy them again (unless of course it's for someone i don't really like...).
