This is the week when we use up all the food so there is nothing left to go bad when we're away, so we are running dangerously low on things to eat. The only sugary treats left in the entire house are popsicles. We had been joking all week that by Friday, we'd be eating popsicles for dinner, and lo and behold, after a dinner of pizza, I was forced to eat a popsicle for dessert.
I'm normally not a big eater of popsicles, so this was a special occasion and I was rather... excited(?)... to partake in sugary frozen goodness. I went upstairs and grabbed three popsicles out of the freezer, one for myself, my brother, and our friend. I hurled a delicious treat at each of them and proceeded to unwrap my own popsicle, stick-less end first. I put the popsicle in my mouth, but to my surprise, it wasn't very cold. And it tasted like paper. Paper that had been in a freezer full of bagels for a number of years (which is probably the case with this particular box of popsicles).
The three of us began poking at our popsicles. They were definitely not as hard as normal popsicles should have been. And aren't they supposed to be shiny and slobbery when you take them out of your mouth? These weren't. We started picking at the outsides of our popsicles and found that they had all developed a sort of crust or protective freezer-proof shell around the actual treat.
After peeling off the popsicle crust (which still hasn't melted, 15 minutes later, by the way), we were able to finish our dessert, though this could very well be the last popsicle i have in a very, very long time.
In other news, which really isn't other news because it's very closely related to the popsicle story, my mother and I have been coming up with creative potential dinners all week since our stocks of life-giving sustenance items are nearing their ends. Some of these meals include:
- Mayonnaise
- Chicken nuggets with sour cream
- Swiss cheese and grape wraps
- Cinnamon rasin bagels with dijon mustard
- Leftover wilty salad and Dorito crumbs
Tomorrow for the car ride I've packed a jar of Nutella, and requested that my mother buy Combos, so I should be good until we can get some real food.
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