Some of you may remember the infamous Hot Dog Incident of Aught-Nine.
Today, while cleaning her bathroom, I opened the drawer that is supposed to contain hair care implements and found this:
A Land O’Lakes Mild Cheddar Snack Cheese
Only it had been there for awhile – I know this ’cause it was partially melted.
I am beginning to think my daughter is, in fact, a squirrel. Because that is the only other chittery, cute animal that is indigenous to this area that stores food for the winter in remote/hard to find places.
::eye roll::
Thank you Universe, that the frockin’ thing wasn’t open.
ETA:
Keep in mind that we don’t buy *those*. The snack cheese we buy is the Sargento’s* mozzarella cheese stix.
* – low in fat and actually tastes like cheese.
The Process 
Sounds like she could be related to my father. While helping him do some work around his cabin in the mountains, several stashes of “goodies” were discovered that were both improbable & ancient (who hides 2 packages of cookies & a can of smoked almonds at the back of a drawer full of wrenches? my father, apparently…). Many of these stashes predated the use of the best-before date on most packaging too. =shakes head=
I wouldn’t have been phased by finding a stash of cookies & nuts at the back of any drawer used by my father, except maybe in his dresser in the bedroom (because my mom regularly put stuff in there and would have noticed and moved them).
And the drawers in his office regularly had something past the “best by” dates. That didn’t phase him.
It could be worse…
I hate to go there, but I feel as if I need to remind you that it’s nowhere NEAR as nasty as what turned out to be in her closet that day while I was still living there…
Okay, that is weird. 🙂
Wow.
I dunno, I like to stash candy in my desk, and when I was in university I used to keep a supply of chocolate on hand as a hedge againsts premenstrual roommates, but cheese?
okay, I actually I kept cheese in my room too, but I had a fridge, and sometimes I was busy. When the term papers came due (and I was a history major, so there were many of them), I’d just buy bread, cheese, a cooked chicken and a case of coke and shut myself in for a few days.
We’re not talking about me. Your daughter sounds a bit peculiar, at least in this regard. but I’m certain she’s a delightful child in all other regards.
Clearly, ninjas have moved in and are stashing food about your house. Best call an exterminator; once ninjas get in, they can be tricky to get rid of.
Ah, childhood rebellion! I can remember when my parents searched my room and found a rogue cheese I’d hidden there. You should nip this in the bud before she gets into the harder stuff. Next thing you know, you’ll start finding wheels of gouda or, god forbid, crackers up in there.
BEHOLD!!!!!! the power of CHEEEEEESSSSEEEEE!!!!!