Food Poison Casserole
Well actually, it was a curry. You see, Figman has this thing about waste. Hates it. Loathes it. Detests it. (you get the picture). And I was clearing out the meat compartment yesterday when I found some chicken thigh fillets I'd bought on Friday. They were large and plump, but also coated in that bacteria-laden slime so beloved of food poisoning epics. I was about to throw it out but I KNEW what F would say if he saw it in the bin. We have very different views about what constitutes spoiled food and I'm happy to admit that I once squirted dishwashing liquid over a pan of lamb chops to stop him from ingesting them. Anyway, I knew that Figman would insist on eating this.
FINE, I thought and decided that if I was going to do this, I might as well do it properly. So I found some ancient curry paste which had formed a crust over the surface at the back of the fridge and threw it together with some yoghurt whose use by date was more than a week ago.
I gave the man a full disclaimer and he demanded a platefull. He said it tasted delicious. Humph.