A certain dinner party has been on my mind after reading justafrugal’s blog regarding what’s in her freezer (just a word of advice, if we ever get to the point of The Hunger Games, head to Justa’s house). Since I have ice cubes & ice cream in my freezer I was in awe at all the things in her freezers and the organization of it all. One comment led to another after I mentioned that when we moved from our last house, we finally ditched a chicken that had been roosting in my freezer for 12 years. Justa suggested maybe having it mounted with a stick up it’s butt but alas, that chickie’s long gone now. I do have this guy though:
But then everyone jumped in with their comments about what they had in their freezers (the 20 yr. trophy fish waiting to be mounted might win the prize… maybe) and it reminded me of this dinner party we went to long ago. There were about 12 people there & most had brought a little something along to share. We had just finished a very spinach salad when a woman who was sitting near me decided to share a story with us. I don’t know her well but do know that she’s very big on conservation (picture granny glasses, earth shoes, & granola bars, please no offense to anyone just trying to give you an visual).
She explained that she’d been out in her yard when she came upon a dead opossum. Didn’t see any signs of damage so she wasn’t sure what killed it. Seeing as how her nephew worked at some biology lab and I think worked on animal diseases, she explained that she grabbed the opossum & stuffed it in her freezer for him.
Oookay, that’s a conversation stopper. I mean we live in a very rural area where a lot of wild animals have rabies. When we had a dead skunk in our yard the guys from the town highway department came to pick it up in full haz-mat gear after telling me not to go near it.
And what do you say after that one? I did ask her if she wasn’t worried that it was maybe “playing possum” but she told me “No, he was quite stiff as a board”.
One thing I did notice after that… every time something was served everyone kind of looked at the dish & politely say “oh, this looks soooo good…who made this?”
And what about the nephew when he stops by and she says “oh sweetie I’ve got something for you in the freezer?” And he’s thinking maybe she made him up some casseroles or something.
Now can I just ask you foodie’s out there – do any of you have a dead, maybe rabid possum in your freezer? Let’s hear from everyone – what is the oldest, weirdest, craziest thing you have in your freezer or know of in someone else’s freezer? We can maybe take a vote on the best but please, if you have or know someone with a dead body (human) in the freezer, please do not post it on my blog! I don’t want to be involved, call 911.