Yesterday I found out that the supermarket I shop at several times a week is temporarily closed due to rats.
This reminds me of the time we ate at BCD Tofu House in Koreatown and discovered they had received a C rating by the Health Department as we were exiting the restaurant.
OR the time yesterday when I found an ant in the butter I smeared on my roll after I had taken a bite.
OR the many times that I have found out after a delicious meal with my in-laws that everything I had just eaten was outdated and expired food.
OR last week when I discovered Charlie's poop on my hand after I had used my finger to pick something out of my teeth.
I don't think I will go back there for a very long time. Now I will be labeled a food fusser just because I don't want to eat rat poop in my ground beef. I wonder how many times I have eaten rat poop and not known it. Everyone knows that the easiest place to hide rat poop is in the ground beef.
Speaking of food fussers, I'm this close to posting a sign in our kitchen for our dinner guests that says, "Please do not cut minuscule pieces of fat off of your meat. It's driving me crazy." Big pieces of fat, understandable, but little ones?? Come on! That's the good stuff!