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Silent Zig
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Saucy Tales by Silent Zig

May 4th, 2010 9:48 PM

INSTRUCTIONS: Every ancient condiment in the back of your fridge is a tale of neglect and abandonment. Tell us yours.

Some years ago, my husband and I received raw horseradish in our bi-weekly farm delivery. At the time, I was psyched! I love horseradish and imagined putting it in everything. We shredded it and preserved it in vinegar in a little jar. Of course, what I neglected to realize was that horseradish is REALLY strong and a little goes a long way. So we used some here and there. Over time, the jar pushed further and further back into the fridge, until it was forgotten. What follows is a photo essay of my attempt to dispose of what is surely now a super-foul condiment.
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The horseradish in its natural habitat.

The horseradish in its natural habitat.

There it sat in its cute little jar, with a label and everything.


Step one!

Step one!

At some point, we decided to clean the fridge and the jar was moved to the counter along with some old jam. This, however, did not lead to us opening the jar and throwing the contents away. I decided the counter location was too easy to ignore. Perhaps if it was placed in a more noticeable location...


Into the living room!

Into the living room!

The piano seemed like an interesting choice, though we tend to ignore the piano, too.


Into the stacks!

Into the stacks!

It nestled well in the bookshelf, but I figured it would look out of place enough to garner attention. Not so much...


Into the office!

Into the office!

I placed it in my office where I would see it everyday. No dice here, though using it as a paperweight occurred to me.


Hubby helper?

Hubby helper?

My desperation reached the point where I thought my husband could help... nope!


Truman is unimpressed.

Truman is unimpressed.

No help here.


I'll get to this later.

I'll get to this later.

Well, I guess this task falls on me and I must somehow complete it alone. Unfortunately, I'm pretty busy right now. I'll just store it here in the fridge for safe-keeping... ....I'll TOTALLY get to it later..promise.



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posted by Burn Unit on May 5th, 2010 5:39 AM

Truman disapproves! Ha!

Thank goodness you didn't make it into a gourmet DIY mustard!

I LOVE MUSTARD.
posted by Silent Zig on May 5th, 2010 8:12 AM

Aw, man... thanks for the tip! I am so hitting the mustard forums tonight...

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posted by Jellybean of Thark on May 6th, 2010 7:26 PM

I'd be glad to take that off of your hands.

All yours
posted by Silent Zig on May 7th, 2010 2:10 PM

Be forewarned: the jar hasn't been airtight for some time... plus it lived on the kitchen counter for over a month.

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posted by rongo rongo on May 11th, 2010 8:50 AM

I like that your condiment has a story about getting out of the fridge, but eventually returns to familiar surroundings.

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posted by Silent Zig on May 11th, 2010 9:45 PM

What's that they say about "you can't go home again?" Well, it's the opposite for long-ignored condiments.