National Clean-Your-What Day???
I saw it on CNN. This past Tuesday (2 days ago) was National Clean Out Your Refrigerator Day. Have you ever heard of such a thing? I suppose it’s a great effort. Way to go, People-who-think-of-these-rather-obscure-things.
What I find especially disturbing is that we are encouraged to perform this task… once a year. Maybe some people need this sort of yearly reminder, but I am pretty vigilant about thoroughly cleaning out the fridge very week or two, right before I make my big grocery trip. (Can’t stand the thought of putting fresh food that just cost me an arm and a leg into a grimy fridge).
I am not saying my fridge is always pristine (believe me, a week or two is all some things need to cause trouble in there). And there is occasionally the thing that falls down behind the other thing that I completely forget about until it has gone all “science experiment” on me.
I guess I’ll embrace this occasion to think about food safety.
Hubby and I are entirely obsessive about food safety… especially leftovers. (When in doubt, throw it out!) I also really can’t stand being wasteful, so there has to be a healthy balance. When it comes to leftovers, I never make more than what we will eat in the next two days. Any prepared food older than two days gets tossed. (Most experts say 3-4 days, but I use the two-day rule to play it safe.) Generally, I am pretty good about making sure our leftovers get eaten so we don’t waste anything. If I make a big batch of something, I freeze a portion of it right away to save for another time. (Really, most everything can be frozen.)
I have a couple of trusty friends that help me out: “Masking Tape” & “Sharpie.” Everything in my fridge gets a dated label. Everything. Ketchup. Mayo. Leftovers. Nothing is exempt from the treatment. I used to think I could remember when I prepared everything, but when life gets busy (which is pretty much always), time rolls by like a steam locomotive and before I know it, I have no earthly idea if I hard-boiled those eggs yesterday or last week.
With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I can’t help but think of all that food coming my way. More than probably any of us can handle.
Freeze what you can. Be safe. And happy eating to all.
Blue Jeans & Coffee Beans.