This weekend I was giving
The Museum of Frost-Bitten Mystery Chunks my freezer a much-needed purging, and I was amused to discover some of its contents. I’m expecting, any day now, to receive a call from the Centers for Disease Control, requesting access to my trusty Kenmore to determine just how long you can keep a popsicle before it becomes toxic.
Mmmmm…don’t you want to come eat dinner at my house?
Anyhoo, back to my freezer contents. My first discovery was this plastic cup (at left) full of frozen water, a lone Goldfish cracker frozen for all eternity at its edge. What a lonely, horrible, cold death for a Goldfish cracker–meaning that if the Centers for Disease Control don’t call me, the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals surely will.
Next up was this (at right): a very large chunk of snow being stored (I learned) by my eight year old. Evidently it’s a souvenir from the Great Oklahoma Ice Storm of ’07, because (he said) "it was fun. I don’t want to forget about it."
But the greatest contribution to my freezer collection was actually put there by me. It’s a little plastic bottle of my breastmilk, dated the day my daughter came home from the NICU. That was a wildly chaotic time, and the milk simply kept getting pushed back in the freezer until it was too hidden to be discovered. I didn’t find it until a year later, and I was no longer nursing. That little bottle was a very tangible (albeit cold) reminder of a precious season in my life. I haven’t been able to throw it out. The lid has now cracked, the writing is smudged, the label is about to come off, but I can’t get rid of it. (I thought about showing you a picture of it. I’m all for bloggy transparency, y’all, but really, I think I have to draw the line at bodily fluids.)
So, what about you? What’s the most interesting thing in your freezer?