I cleaned out the freezer the other day. I found some things that appeared to have been in there for 100 years. Have you ever started a housekeeping project that suddenly finds you embarrassed at how badly you manage your household. June Cleaver would have been appalled at the state of my freezer. On the other hand, I would have made my mother, Lucy, very proud. Lucy firmly believed that nothing should be thrown out until it was the proper shade of rotten.
Come along and I will share what I found:
- A few packages of vegetables that died from freezer burn
- One lonely dark chocolate truffle shivering way in the back, long forgotten. I bet Brian Miller could write a poem about this little guy. Believe me, there is not a soul in this house who would have left that sucker there. It was definitely forgotten.
- Half a Costco size package of hotdogs from a family cook-out 5 years ago. (Yeah, I’m more than a bit embarrassed about that one……….we don’t even eat hotdogs)
- And then there was the ………………………………….mystery……………..meat? I’m really not sure what that was.
I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t this:
I know that it wasn’t this:
It might have been this:
But it looked more like bean dip. But seriously? Would I really freeze bean dip? Maybe……………….I guess. Help me, my friends. I’m losin’ it. What would possess me to freeze something so unappetizing that I can’t imagine eating it the first time around, let alone saving some to enjoy again?
This is a little scary to me. What was so wonderful that I said to myself, “Hey, Self! There’s no way your family is going to eat all this yummy glop before it rots. Why don’t you freeze it so you can
open it years later, wonder what it is and throw it out savor the magic."
So what’s in your freezer? Do you know?
Smart Mouth Broad