The freezer was a mess, so I decided to organize it and sign everything. I pulled out an unidentified piece of something from the depths and left it to defrost. In 2 hours I checked on it and realized it was an old beef roast—wrapped in two layers of foil, unlabeled, but still looking decent enough.
The frost had melted off, and it sat there in the sink, looking like it had been waiting to be remembered. I couldn’t place when I had bought it. Maybe six months ago? Maybe longer. But waste not, want not, right?
