After my husband's car show a couple weeks ago, we brought home some extra raw fish from the dinner. It was nine pieces of mahi mahi individually packaged, which I had to cook right away because it had been frozen.
We also brought home lots of baked potatoes. Normally, club members give them out to whoever wants them, then unwrap the rest from their foil cocoons and throw them out into the woods. But when someone removes the woods, there is no place left to throw them except into the garbage.
One of the wives suggested a person could shred them and freeze them for hashbrowns or mashed potatoes. I figured I could do that or if worse came to worse and I was too lazy to shred them up, I could at least throw them into our yard waste bin.
When I got home and mentioned what I was going to do, my husband said it couldn't be done. So I made sure I did it. They seemed to shred okay, but the ultimate result remains to be seen as I haven't taken one bag out of the freezer to test out how it will cook up.
Anyway, none of the last three paragraphs has anything to do with my laundry/grilling issues, I'm just trying to build tension, as any good story should do.
So back to the fish. I grilled the mahi on Monday for dinner and warmed up some baked potatoes (See? I knew there was a reason for that sideline story.) Even though I sprayed the grill with nonstick spray (exactly what the can tells you not to do; but what are you supposed to do to keep stuff from sticking?) the fish still stuck.
I did my best to get the pieces up clean (the commercial for some cooking spray ran through my mind when the woman was serving her in-laws grilled salmon and she when she tried to get it off the grill she flung through a window). Though the fish was good and most of it did come off, there was quite a bit still stuck, so I left the grill on high and closed the lid so that it would cook the debris off the grill.
Then I promptly forgot about it.
Laundry day was the day before and I left the laundry on the line. When I leave it hanging for two days it's most definitely dry and I don't end up re-hanging some of the pieces.
I forgot I set the fishy grill on high, the temp got up to 600 degrees and was extremely smoky and the wind was blowing directly into the laundry hanging on the line.
Do you see where this is going?
My husband caught the grill and turned it off. I had the kids bring in the clothes. After it was all off the line, they informed me of the lingering fish smell. If they had told me before they brought it in, I would have left it for another day to air out.
So with all the laundry piled on my bed, I contemplated if I needed to wash it again. My youngest said it was fine, my oldest wouldn't put it away in her drawers and talked about re-washing her own clothes to rid the smell. I told her to just wear everything, it kind of wore off once it was on your body and no one noticed (or everyone was too polite to say anything).
My husband didn't seem to notice he had a new odor last week, so it must not have been too bad. Certainly not as bad as the purple fuzz (see http://www.livingwithgleigh.com/coffee-with-gleigh/purple-fuzz for the whole story), which we are still finding stuck in odd places.
But now that everyone has worn most of the fish clothing and it's been washed, the smell has been eradicated.
I wish all mistakes could be as easily resolved as our week with the fishes; just wear and wash.