When I was a kid, my parents had a big chest freezer in the garage. It was filled with things like a side of beef Mom and Dad bought to keep us in meat for a year, and the cole slaw, pie filling and other things Mom froze to preserve when she got tired of canning.
My roommate and I had a big freezer, too. Until recently, this behemoth occupied a nook in the laundry room.
But for the most part, it wasn’t filled with meat. No, it contained some protein, but more processed junk. Ice cream, Chicken Pot Pies and Pizza Rolls, anyone?
My roommate hadn’t used the freezer in several years, and I was really only using the top two shelves and the door. Everything else in there had taken up residence so long ago it was buried in six inches of frost.
So I came up with a fail-safe way to force a freezer clean-out: Buy a new chest freezer. I picked up one for a steal from Best Buy — basically half-price.
Angie tackled some of the shelves. Among her finds: Girl Scout Thin Mints with an expiration date of 2006.
Don’t ask me how that happened. Wait, I know. When I’m in weight-loss mode, I can easily say No — even to Thin Mints. Since I’ve basically been on one diet or another since 2003 (with a few exceptions), I probably stuck ’em in there and forgot about them until — voila! — they got lost in the permafrost.
I uncovered the aforementioned pot pies and pizza rolls, along with freezer-burned ice cream and mystery meat packages dating back to 2008. I don’t even want to think about how much money we threw out …
Probably enough to pay a cover artist to design the cover for “Operation Snag
Like I said, I don’t want to think about it.
Anyway … I transferred items that weren’t too old to eat to this cute, new chest freezer that sits right next to my fridge. The dog food is there to keep the puppy, Moose, from chewing the cord.
There’s still room for more goodies — but I don’t want to let it fill with stuff I’ll end up not eating. That is, after all, the definition of insanity, isn’t it? To perform the same actions expecting different results?
I am NOT insane. Right? Just because I hear voices in my head … That’s not insanity; it’s called being a writer.
Next week, I hope to get back to sharing some delicious food coming out of my kitchen. All I have to do is put the items in my freezer, fridge and pantry to good use.
Do you have an extra freezer? What’s in yours? Any Girl Scout Cookie surprises?