Post Punk Kitchen Forum

So, I got started on bedroom cleaning today, and came across something that really, really puzzled me.
Next to my side of the bed, there is a Rubbermaid storage unit with drawers (we have lovely home furnishings, clearly.) Anyhow, peeking out from underneath the Rubbermaid was a small puddle of what looked like partially dried pancake batter. I lifted the container and there was a larger pool of the stuff that was still wet. It seemed like it COULD be lotion, but when I wiped it up it was stickier than that (reminding me further of some sort of batter.) Also, I don't think there were any bottles of lotion nearby, although i could be wrong.It was odorless. We have no pets, so it's not weird animal puke.
My partner is at work, so I can't ask him if he was, I don't know, accidentally making pancakes in bed.
I'm not the most amazing housekeeper, but I'm mot filthy, either.
Tell me, people, what do you think this stuff was?

That is weird! Is anyone in the house taking Ambien? Isn't there some weird, sleep walking food prep/binge thing that goes along with that medication??

What do you keep in the Rubbermaid?

ectoplasm! Your house is haunted.

My mind is in the gutter!

And now I'm really curious as to what it is.

Did you taste it?

Keep a watch out for Rick Moranis wandering around your neighbourhood.

This was going to be my answer. I used to have rust-colored drips on my bathroom ceiling. It looked like something was dripping through the ceiling but it was never wet and nothing ever dripped on the floor. When I'd clean them off, the celing would be totally normal (no water damage or anything to indicate that something was actually soaking through from the attic. Then they'd come back after a couple of days. Ectoplasm was really the only logical answer. It was a 100+ year old house, after all.

My mind is in the gutter. Not seeing it probably makes this worse. I'm just going to say it.

I think your partner jerked it and came it all over the floor.

I truly hope I'm very very wrong. I'm probably going to regret posting this.

I did not taste it. There was a part of my mind that was like "taste it, then you'll know." But the rest if me was like "oh fork no."

Tofulish - we keep toys, lube and related stuff in there, but it's all body safe "nice" stuff, so I would be really alarmed if any of it was shedding white goop (and one of our lives look like pancake batter).

I'm going with ectoplasam until I find a better explanation.

Pics?

How hot is it? Could something latex or plastic have melted?

Did someone spill a bisque (no filter) or something? Why would your partner jerk off and then partially hide the giant pool of...stuff under the rubber maid?


(hee hee hee... rubber maid)

Edited Several times for spelling and grammar.

Don't taste it!

I got no pics! Just wiped it up. I can't imagine my partner was hiding custard, because it wouldn't be in keeping with how our relationship works, plus if his custard looked like pancake batter I might have health concerns. And there's enough stuff that this would have been a multi day project. Also, not hot enough to melt- but everything inside is silicone, plastic stainless steel and accounted for.

But really folks, it looked just like pancake batter.

When was the last time you made pancakes? Anyone walking around with the bowl and stirring?

Maybe you've got yourself a pancake elf. See if there are pancakes in the kitchen for you tomorrow morning.

I propose "making pancakes" as the new filter for "quietly playing chess (with yourself)".

I'm intrigued and kind of sad you didn't taste or take a picture. Now the world will never know.

Do you sleep walk? Maybe you made Sleep Pancakes, then ate them all. Did you feel particularly full that morning?

Mystery solved- it was my partner ..... But not what you think.
This summer, we battled a few roaches in the kitchen - cleaned, used boric acid. Well, he thought he saw a bug in the bedroom so he made a preemptive strike. Having read that boric acid, flour and sugar mixed are effective roach-a-cides, he mixes those things, for some unfathomable reason added water and put it beneath the Rubbermaid, where he thought he had seen the bug.
So it was a toxic pancake batter, of sorts. When I asked him about it, he was like "oh, I should have said something."

If you knew my partner, you would think the above story was a perfectly probable explanation.

Thank goodness you didn't taste it! Or make pancakes with it....

Yeah. That would have been the last floor pancake I ever ate.

That's the most amazing thing I've ever read. Wowzers.

Whew - mystery solved!! Thank you - I hate it when people post their weirdo occurences and 6 pages of posts later you never find out what really happened!

And we all learn a lesson - don't taste mystery batter off the floor - it could be toxic.