Yesterday when I was straightening up for the cleaning team, I picked up some Treasure Island shopping bags that had been left on the floor in the kitchen after I sort of finished putting away the groceries from the after-school trip to Walgreen's to get the passport pictures taken that segued into a trip to the grocery store but I needed to start helping with the homework --
I'll come in again.
It appears that when I put the groceries away on Monday evening, and was interrupted by a child needing help with her homework, I neglected to empty the last shopping bag, and only discovered it the next morning.
The not-quite-empty grocery bag contained the little plastic bag! You know, the one they use for the packages of meat.
And there they were. Two New York Strip steaks. And a pound of ground sirloin. They had been left out from 5:30 p.m. Monday until 9:00 the next morning.
I put the bag of meat in the icebox. Yes, even the ground sirloin, which later that afternoon, I made into meatballs, figuring that a chopped onion would have an anti-bacterial effect, and if that didn't kill the toxins, an hour simmering in tomato sauce would do the trick.
And then, at dinner time, I fed spaghetti and meatballs to my family. (Gahh!! Just call me Medea.)
We're still alive and well.
So tonight's the steak.
We had the steak. And we're not dead yet. More later--if the pathogens don't get me.