(Blatantly stolen from George Takei's Facebook. Which is awesome by the way. If you do FB, then you should like him.)
The five second rule. Yes, I realize it's bullshit. The Myth Buster dudes disproved it and everything. (This is not the real clip, by the way. But it's some hack job done by middle schoolers and it's pretty awesome. Well, the first minute was. I actually didn't watch the whole thing because I'M LAZY)
But if you think about it, this rule makes no sense. If you dropped a donut into a big smelly pile of dog poop, but it was only there for two seconds, would you eat it? Not unless you are one of my obese beagles who would be more likely to eat because it was in poop.
So here's my take: if dry food drops in a relatively clean place, then I will eat it without time restraints. If it's over a day, but I distinctly remember the circumstances of said food, then I will also eat it (somehow knowing the provenance of old food makes it less sketchy.)
If food is gross, like my toddler ate on it first, or it's wet, or it's covered in dog fur that can't be blown off, then the food gets eaten by one of my dogs.
Basically, the moral of the story is that if food gets dropped in my house, one way or another, somebody is eating it.

When Desmond was at my house last week, I noticed that he was eating something in the back yard. "What could he possibly be eating?" I asked myself. Then it dawned on me that he was helpfully cleaning up the dog poop. Needless to say, I didn't let him inside for a long time.
ReplyDeleteMy first year away at college I didn't go home for Thanksgiving. I was one of maybe two or three kids who stayed in the dorm. The dining hall closed down, I didn't have a car, and I didn't know my way around off-campus. The only thing to do was wander the halls of my dorm alone, eat cookies from the vending machine and generally feel sorry for myself.
ReplyDeleteOne morning I bought a pack of cookies and opened them immediately as I walked away. That night I came back for more, and I found a solitary cookie on the floor...
I figured it was mine, anyway.
Wow, Amar. That story makes me feel sorry for you and admire you greatly at the exact same time.
DeleteI'm not a hero. I just did what I had to do.
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