Need a little support here, someone to tell me I was right. So, after making a lovely (read: cheap) pork shoulder into crock-pot pulled pork, I was left with a large shoulder bone. Awesome!
So my plan was to get a bunch of these together over the span of a year and make a long string of shoulder bones tied together with twine for the front balcony.
The other day, SWMBO decides she is going to clean up THE MAN ROOM, and I hear a shriek. Crap. So I ask, "did you hurt yourself?"
"Noooooo... James... what the *deleted* is THIS?!"
"Why, sweetheart, its just a pork bone bleaching in hydrogen peroxide!"
*closes eyes, touches the bridge of her nose*
"Ok... I shouldn't have asked that like that... what I should have asked is WHY THE *rudies* IS THERE A WHITE MEAT BONE IN MY TUPPERWARE ON A BOOKSHELF IN THE GUEST ROOM??!"
"...MAN room"
"NO! DAMMIT JAMES... sigh... my mother is sleeping in this room next weekend..."
"Like she'd ever know..."
"Oh My God... can't believe I'm discussing this. James... what are you doing with a white meat bone? Why would you possibly need this?? And what's the crap floating on the top of the peroxide??"
"Fat from the marrow I think..."
*gags* "Throw it away!!"
"No, Im keeping it for Halloween"
"Almost a year from now?!"
"... yeah?"
After more back and forth I decided there was only one unbiased party I could turn to. My father. He was no help. I'm very disappointed in him.
In the end... she won. The bone I had spent literally weeks bleaching is now in a landfill. There is no justice domestically.
*sigh* it will pass.