Vintage comestibles

Watching our food chain being destroyed in the Gulf of Mexico this afternoon reminded me that I haven’t bought groceries in a very long time. Weeks. I’ve been trying to eat out less of late, though, and one effect of this has been that my stock of non-perishables is beginning to disappear. Pasta and canned goods. Condiments, too.

On the freezer side of the refrigerator, I arrived a few days ago at a layer of nearly two-year-old meat (see photo). I don’t worry about whether eating the meat would make me sick, but the color of it (sort of a dusty rose) does make me wonder how it would taste.