As we're getting ready to head East, we're using up some old food in the cabin.
"Look at this sweetheart," Shelly says to me holding up something that looks like a rat turd.
"Looks like a rat turd," I say pleasantly.
"I found it in the Minute Rice," she said, "what do you think?"
"Hmm, might be bad. How many like that are there?"
"I'll sift through it," she said, "what do you suppose it would taste like?"
"I've never tasted a rat turd," I said, "and I suspect eating uncooked Minute Rice might be dangerous. Did it look like a rodent may have chewed into the box?"
"I took it out of the box," she said, "and put it in an empty plastic ice cream container to keep the bugs out. Remember the mashed potato flakes incident?"
"Well that's a very good idea dear! Since they don't recycle plastic, re-using the containers is the only environmentally sound solution."
"There are three in here," she replied. "Should I throw it all out?"
"Well, I suppose we are going to put it in boiling water. Might be okay. If you don't throw it out, how will you feel about dinner?"
So we opened a new box of Minute Rice. (All absolutely true, except where embellished to better entertain the reading audience.)
Tom