The Cheapskate

My husband is an intelligent man. A Mechanical Engineer by trade, he's got lots of fancy letters after his name and he generally makes good sense. Unless we're talking about food or money. If we're talking about food AND money - oy!

So he comes up from the basement tonight carrying a tray of chicken thighs and he's mad. "Did you leave these out when you were downstairs getting dinner out of the freezer?" Nope, lucky for me, the chicken I cooked was in the UPSTAIRS freezer. "Damnit. I haven't been downstairs since last weekend. I must have left this chicken out. Do you think it's still good?"

Uhhhhhh pardon? You're kidding right? This chicken (which was in the 50% off bin in the first place, because that's how we roll) has been sitting in the basement unrefrigerated for 6 full days and you're wondering if it's any good? Of course it's not any good!!!

I then proceed to get a lecture on how cooking would likely kill anything bad that might be living in the 6-day-old-room-temperature-chicken and really, I'm being ridiculous.

Alrighty then - knock yourself out buddy. It's all yours. Bon appettite! I'll let you know how that works out for him. God forbid we throw out $5.00 worth of chicken thighs - oops make that $2.50 - it was 50% off after all!