The Fridge Smelled Like Poo

It all started with our fridge smelling like poo or a dead rodent or broccoli... starting on Friday night - right after I went to the store.  Every time we opened the fridge a new, horribly overpowering wave of stink filled the kitchen.  Greg was practically gagging by Sunday while I assured him it was the super fresh, bright green broccoli I had just purchased because sometimes it's just like that, and it is fine.
So I roasted it for dinner. 
And it did not help.
We threw away a few things, but nothing was terribly very old or rotten.

"I think it might be this really fresh chicken I just bought."
Greg (gagging) "If that's our chicken, I don't think we should eat it."

Whatever.  I got that chicken for $2.71 on clearance on the "sell by" date, and I had a plan for that chicken.  So I told Greg how sometimes fresh chicken with skin on is just like that, and it's just fine.

Tonight I drowned the chicken in teriyaki sauce to alleviate the offensiveness and prepare for tomorrow night's dinner.  The kitchen aroma was almost making our eyes water.  "See, it IS the chicken, but now it's in teriyaki sauce and it'll be better."

Then my hubby had the nerve to look up what rotten egg raw chicken stink might mean on the internet.  While I am getting Grace to bed, he calls up "I'm reading some about what chicken that smells like that means, and I don't think we should eat it."

"Honey, I bought it on the sell-by date and that was just a couple of days ago - it's fine. Sometimes chicken is just like that (I kept saying this but I had no actual research to back it up other than how the raw chicken package makes the trash smell the day after we throw it away)."

"OK, well you can see what you think - but I think you should read a little about it."

Pretty much all the research agrees with Greg. 
It's in the driveway trash can marinating in teriyaki now.

In other news, I am reading my first Jen Hatmaker book, and I don't know where she has been my whole life. I love her gritty, put it all out there writing style.  I am devouring her book Interrupted-When Jesus Wrecks your Comfortable Christianity and just met her blog tonight. I appreciate her authenticity as a woman who has been in some difficult places and also her gift of sarcasm (maybe especially this...)

And in other other news - we are in the middle of a very DIY kitchen redo, and my husband is awesome at that stuff so it'll be amazing but also a process. We finished our island this weekend, and I LOVE it so much I had to make scones on it.

And the letters on the chalkboard in the background are supposed to say "create" at the top and "learn" at the bottom, but Grace feels like this is entirely too boring and constantly changes them to different words that are usually not words.

I miss Abby and Emma, but they are thriving where they are. Grace was at 5th grade camp for 3 days last week which made me miss her too and feel weird and like I must be at least 57 with all of my children in different places... until date night with Greg which made it all better and will definitely be a perk of empty nesting.