I've been hankering after a freezer. Like you do. We have one at the bottom of our fridge but it's only a piddling thing and once you've stuck in some bags of frozen peas, frozen chips, leftover Chicken Tikka Biriani and some pies, there's no room for the vital things like a bottle of vodka. Plus now I've got the allotment more or less up and running I need somewhere to store my gluts of beans, carrots, kale, etc., not to mention the raspberries and blackberries for immersing in said bottle of vodka.
I'd been idly perusing the aisles (both virtual and IRL) of Currys & Comet and had decided that an upright one about the size and shape of a washing machine would do. And then, out of the blue, we found that TLH's sister had a taller one just sitting and mouldering, unloved and unwanted, in her garage, so we went to rescue it yesterday. This was very kind of her as they're not the cheapest things on the planet and this has saved us a few pennies at a time when a few pennies need to be saved.
However, the downside to this (after the pulled muscles and barked shins it took to manhandle the thing into the car and then back out again) is finding somewhere to put it. You've not seen our garage, have you? Well, it's full. (I listed everything we had in this bit then took it out because TLH would have conniptions that you'd all want to break in and nick it all. Yes, even the broken picture frames. He would have got very stern. So you'll just have to imagine how full it is, i.e., Very).
So *gasp* tidying up and chucking stuff out had to be undertaken. This would be a major task, make no mistake. TLH got started and I just stood around a bit awaiting instruction. Then I wandered off because there's no point getting between him and a project, I'd just be getting in the way - but I have to show willing, yeah?
I decided to get on with making dinner - Beef Curry, yum. I do it all properly, with all the individual spices and powders which means that I don't exactly have a spice rack, I have a spice cupboard which has got pretty much everything you can think of in there, but it's got so full (like the garage) that I can't remember the last time I saw the back of it so, while the beef was slowly cooking away in its tomatoey, garlicky, gingery, spicy sauce (I simmer it for at least 2 1/2 hours so the meat just falls apart) I thought I'd put my Field Archaeology expertise to good use (glad to know all that money spent on gaining two degrees in the subject hasn't been entirely wasted...) and excavate the spice cupboard.
There were some empty packets and forgotten jars with a quarter inch of indeterminate dust in the bottom, and these just got flung out. But then I found it and even I was shocked. A jar of mild chilli powder with a use by date that wasn't even in this decade. Look:
Yes, that's right, 1996. It's been in the cupboard for as long as I've been married to TLH and for that reason alone, I put it back. I don't know why, I'm just a sentimental old thing I suppose (or maybe just a dreadful slattern who can't be arsed to chuck anything away).
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