There is a legend. It is the legend of a lost cheese cake, buried so deeply in the icy recesses of the freezer compartment that it is untouched by freezer burn. Many have searched for this cheese cake. None have ever returned.
I volunteer to join the quest.
I call horse$#!& on that legend. I’ve never known a (good) cheesecake to last long enough to make it to the freezer; any that last long enough to the freezer isn’t worth searching for.
Some chicken breasts, maybe buried back there; however.
The cheesecake is a lie.
They say cheesecake does things to a man.
Don’t forget your bag of grated parmesan to make the switch. You don’t want the whole freezer falling down on you and the cheese boulder coming after you.
We have top men working on it right now. Top men.
That would not be gouda.
Cheesecake: the cake is a pie.
Reminds of the time our uncle bought to our Christmas party, a gallon bucket of rocky road ice cream. Unfortunately, us kids had inherited a dislike of marshmallows from our mother, so the bucket sat in our freezer for something five years. Five years, since we had also inherited ,this time from our father, a dislike of wasting food. It was finally thrown out(the ice cream, not the bucket) when we went camping and surmised that a block of ice frozen in this bucket would fit perfectly in our round water cooler.
One Danish ring to rule them all!!!
Oh wait, I think I’m mixing my genres. :smack:
I suggest in situ mining. Scoop it out.
Cakes. Why’d it have to be cakes?
So, is someone Indiana Jones-ing for some cheesecake?
Ha! Yes, and I’m ready to nuke the fridge. 
That… is… brilliant!!! Hahaha!!!