Neighbor came over the other day to complain about the dog barking. One thing led to another and he got accidentally brained with a shovel. According to his driver’s license he was 81, so that makes him the oldest meat in my freezer–edging out the 80 year old Jehovah’s Witness from last year. That one’s a long story and I have to admit some fault in it. Anyway, I have a lot of freezers.
I think you’re supposed to cook them up and eat them, thus destroying the evidence.
Anyhoo, I don’t have any meat in my freezer! I only buy meat a couple of times a year, for holidays, and cook it up right away.
My mom on the other hand was a meat stocker-upper; I think she couldn’t resist a bargain in the supermarket flyer. She knew she was sick but as my father said, she still bought meat like she was going to live forever! Neither of us cooks very well so most of it got given to friends.
We try to buy our meat in bulk, splitting a hog once a year with some friends of ours, and the same with 1/2 to a whole side of beef. Most of the meat gets eaten in due course, but we probably have a few pieces that have been at the bottom of the freezer for a couple years, possibly longer.
When we get around to cleaning everything out, they’ll probably either become stew meat, or dog food.
Three words: Don’t have one.
When The Husband and I started living together in 1990 and I had no clue about cooking, I bought a bag of beef and bean burritos that required nuking before eating.
We still have one burrito from that package; this is our Lucky Burrito. It has gone through four moves and the purchase of a house. Today, it hangs out with a softball-sized hail stone wrapped in a Zip Lock bag.
The freezer holds our favorite memories. Which is weird, but fun.
One word:
[spoiler] *****Boom! *****
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I think there is a “that’s what she said” joke somewhere in the op title.
I’ve got some old meat for your freezer, snowflake.
I just threw out some ground turkey that expired in '14.
It survived two moves.
The only reason I ran across it is we are eating out of the freezer to make room for half a pig. Otherwise it may have rested peacefully for another year or so.
“Aah, I don’t let it get me down. 'Cause there’s a bigger responsibility. And that is getting into that refrigerator and deciding which things need to be thrown away. Most people will not take that responsibility. Most people will just go and get what they want, leave everything else alone and say, “Well, someone else wants that. Someone else will eat that”…Perhaps the worst thing that can happen is to reach into the refrigerator and come out with something that you cannot identify at all. You literally do not know what it is. Could be meat, could be cake. Usually, at a time like that, I’ll bluff. “Honey, is this good?” “Well, what is it?” “I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like it. It looks like…meatcake!” “Well, smell it.” (snort, sniff) “It has absolutely no smell whatsoever!” “It’s good! Put it back! Somebody is saving it. It’ll turn up in something.” Thats what frightens me. That someone will consider it a challenge and use it just because it’s in there.”
- George Carlin
Where’s the blue food?