Anotherdaydown, that cracked me up!! Trhown on a hot sidewalk! You know, I live in a family of people so used to eating rancid food, they just don't notice any more. Once, I was visiting here in Sweden, and my husband's great aunt cooked up a moose roast for some dinner. I remember seeing it standing out but had no idea how long it had been out, so I really didn't think about it, and i went back to our floor of the house. Next day, there it was on the table with a host of other things, and I thought, well enough moose in the forest for another day, I'll try this other stuff instead. I passed the roast, notices some white stugg i thought was garlic powder, and thought no more.

I cleared the table and as my husband and I were cleaning up and putting stuff in the fridge, I noticed the white stuiff on the roast was MOVING. I hid the roast upstairs, planning on chucking it and saying we ate it later, told my father-in-law what had happenend, and the roast disappeared to appear on the table downstairs again. Why????? MY FATHER IN LAW didn't want to INSULT HIS AUNT AND BROUGHT THE FLY BLOWN ROAST BACk DOWN AS LEFTOVERS... like the roast, the story just wouldn't die until my sister-in-law stole it and buried it in the trash.

We do alright on stuf left out once, but no longer, but then, as you can see, basic survival has made my husband's family people of cast iron guts, and I am just used to the runs Just leave the lasagne be. Even good italian food aint worth it.