Ice Princess

I'm cleaning out my freezer. It's something I haven't done in, oh...since...um...ever. The ice is thick on the walls, even though it's supposed to be a frostless freezer.

Cleaning it out is a long process because we are trying to eat our way to the bottom. At first it was great--I had a whole week of meals for which I had to buy not a single thing! I had meat in the freezer, veggies in the freezer, and fruit in the freezer! We ate well.

For the first few feet down.

For the last week or so now, we've been eating off the layer of older food. We've been eating freezer-burned chicken and fish. There is one more nice vacuum-packed roast left (thanks Jake!) that hasn't suffered and we'll get to that Sunday.

But today I reached a new low, both in spirit and freezer layer. I refuse to eat applesauce that was dated 8/99. Matt said, "That's almost as old as I am!"

I am, however, having for dinner a frozen dinner (we used to call them TV dinners) from time immemorial. I have no idea when I bought it and the box looks abused, the food covered with icebergs.

If I don't post tomorrow, you'll know I've eaten something I should have thrown out.