A few months ago we had some of our friends got hitched. Hurrah.
We had some other friends stay the night.
Yeah I know, we have more than two friends #Winning.
They meant to only stay one, but hot days and bad burgers and beers along with other things made for two nights.
All this meant we trotted off to the store to buy dinner. And we decided on salmon.
My lovely friend showed me a new way to cook a fillet of salmon. Heat up the oven hot for 25 mins, put it straight on a baking tray, pop it in and turn the oven off. It slow cooks.
We did that. And well, Didn’t it turn out just fab.
It was so simple and so amazing I had actual tears. We ate and laughed and chatted and cleaned up..
They left, we rushed on and a few 90+ days later I started smelling something not swell.
Our trash tends to be of the putrid variety after a day or two.
We eat so much fresh stuff it starts fester in the bottom… Yum 😉
I tossed it, cleaned the can. Done.
Two more days, and it was getting worse. So I turned to the fridge, got that cleaned. Ran the disposal.
IT TOOK ME FIVE DAYS TO FIND THE FISH PAN STILL IN THE OVEN WITH SHRIVELED MODLY SALMON STILL CLINGING ON.
Five 95+ days.
It was utterly filthy.
And as soon as I opened the oven door I nearly died. #TRUTH.
It was dry heave worthy.
I had to air the house for hours.
There was not an oil in the world could cover that stank.
And I didn’t even try to clean it up.
I took one look at the baking tray and deemed it irredeemable.
I haven’t cooked salmon since.
New Little *Salmon-Stinks* Wife