Sunday, February 12, 2023

The Paper-Towel Bag-Fish

Hick surprised me on Friday by walking in while I was snoozing at 12:30 p.m. He never comes home midday on Fridays. His excuse was that he'd bought some dog food from a guy, and brought it home before galivanting as usual. He also added 

"I brought you a piece of fish from the senior center. It's in the fridge."

When I checked later, this is what I found:

A piece of fish, wrapped in a paper towel. Which was a bit off-putting. Of course I had to quiz Hick later that evening, on the origin and transport, after first complaining of the mess.

"Why did you put a piece of paper-towel fish on my glass shelf? The grease will be hard to clean. It's cold. I don't want to wash the whole shelf!"

"I'm sure you can get a paper towel wet with hot water and soap, and wipe it off."

"How about YOU get a paper towel wet with hot water and soap, and wash it off? Couldn't you at least have put it on a plate?"

"I don't know why you're complaining. I brought you a piece of fish."

"How did you get a piece of fish?"

"That was lunch at the senior center. I ate mine, and a guy brought me two more pieces. I ate one of them, and brought this one to you."

"How long was it in your truck?"

"Just from the senior center to here. So about 20 minutes."

"You just carried it out in your hand? And brought it in the truck?"

"No. It was wrapped in the paper towel. And in a bag."

"It was in a baggie?"

"No. I took it out to the truck, and put it in an old Walmart sack. I had several in there. Then I brought it home and put it in the fridge."

"That does not make me feel confident that I won't get food poisoning!"

"It will be fine, Val."

We'll see. Here's a picture of the fish unwrapped:

I warmed it in the oven at 400 degrees, and ate it Saturday night. It tasted fine. We'll see if it makes me indisposed within the next 24 hours...


  1. Well, woman I would be ever so happy if my guy brought me a stolen cookie from the snack bar. He never thinks aboutit until he's home. Hope you are not on the porcelain throne.

    1. So far, so good. But it has not yet been 24 hours, which is the time it takes for food poisoning to make itself evident, I think. A couple hours after eating that fish, I felt a bit queasy. Most likely from the thought that I ATE THAT FISH.

      A cookie is less spoilable than a slab of fish. Hick could toss a cookie in the back of SilverRedO, and I'd still eat it without a second thought. Though I would still document the occasion for blog purposes.

  2. Poor Hick, he just don't get it! Just like someone else I know! You will be fine, just don't think about it too much. I have learned not to question things too much!

    1. I'm sure they would have given Hick a proper container to bring it home. After all, they gave him 2 EXTRA PIECES OF FISH!

  3. It looks fine to me. Golden and delicious looking. You'd know in the first bite if it was off, so I'm guessing it was okay.

    1. The 24-hour limit has passed since I ate it, and still no ill effects. So I call it good. The taste was good, too.