THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Thursday, August 9, 2018
I had a sudden
hankering for a grilled cheeseburger tonight.Looking through the freezer I found tons of stuff that my almost-hoarder-wife
just cannot part with.There were frozen
bagels from 1998, multiple boxes of unknown products from Omaha Meats that are
at least one year old and containers of frozen bricks of what might be a sauce of
some sort. Some stuff was wrapped in foil, then stuck in a plastic baggy and not labeled. I did not find any
I was a
little miffed having to unload this Jenga puzzle of frozen crap and still not
finding what I wanted.Somehow, I have
to convince Mrs. C that even frozen stuff goes bad after several years.
shoving all that probably never to be prepared frozen stuff back into the
freezer, I trudged outside to the freezer in the garage where I was sure we had
I found the
burgers, but they were in the process of thawing.
was not freezing.Did I panic?Damn betcha I did, the garage freezer is
chock full of steaks, chops, bacon, sausage, and chicken.All the expensive stuff is kept in the garage
freezer while the inside freezer is full of frozen crap.
I know!That’s what I said.
the expensive stuff in the non-freezing freezer and made room for it in the
functioning freezer by dumping frozen crap that based on experience we will
never consume. I didn’t really dump it,
God forbid…Mrs. C would have a panic attack.I jammed some in the fridge and some in the non-freezing freezer.
turned the non-freezing freezer temperature control to “Cold as a witch’s tit”
and banged the door a few times hoping to…hell, I don’t know, but slamming
stuff sometimes is a magic fix.
I grilled my
burgers and later went to check on the garage freezer.Apparently, my technical fix worked, at least
for now, so crisis averted.
I do plan to
have a talk with Mrs. C when she gets home from work about clearing the freezer of frozen question marks. Actually, that’s a bad idea, better to say
nothing until she asks,
“Where are my frozen bagels from last
decade?” I may be a jerk, but I'm not stupid.