I found this in the freezer.
I’m pretty sure it’s edible.
This offers up the conundrum of whether it is nobler in the mind to consume and suffer the slings and arrows of deep intestinal discomfort, or find delight in the remembrance of meals past.
Here on the cusp of our freedom, at least in some measure, from the pandemic, I find myself staring at the possible detritus of the fears that consumed us a year past. The frozen block, if I remember correctly; which is its own concern, is the remnant of a batch of beef curry I made when the possibility of our running out of food was a real thing. Like many, my better half and I filled the freezer with victuals (I know, but how many times in any conversation can you bring up an old term like this?) on the off chance that this was the end of times.
Fortunately, they were not…so far.
Naturally, this led to some of the frozen treats being eaten post haste and some not. Such as the frozen block of something.
On the plus side, modern refrigeration has much to lend itself, and that which we freeze remain mostly intact versus the odd-colored frost encrusted mysteries that those of us of a certain age remember, much like the expression on our mother’s faces when we asked: “What this stuff?” This stuff being something gray wrapped in tinfoil and coated in the above mentioned odd-colored frost.
Being young, and the adventurous types that populated the goofy magazines and comics we read in those days, we took to our explorations with vigor. Sometimes we were rewarded with tasty treats, but more often than not, we were rewarded with gastrointestinal distress on both ends.
Still, we took what adventures we could find.
Now, as a somewhat older man, I can’t guarantee that I can survive such adventures, but just as curiosity killed that cat, sometime you just have to find out if the frozen block of something will too.
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