I have a bit of a frozen food aversion. I put this down to growing up with the tin-foil-lucky-dip-organisation-system Mum ran for our freezer. Mum would freeze the end of meals ensuring that food wasn’t wasted. An admiral effort, the problem was Mum wrapped everything in tinfoil, resulting in a freezer full of misshapen tinfoil clumps that could contain anything from bolognese sauce to meringues. These random items were frozen solid, beyond recognition. This meant that if you wanted to eat anything from the freezer there was a 12 hour incubation period, while the chosen silver clump slowly oozed its juice/sauce over the kitchen counter. As it was wrapped in tinfoil the microwave was out of the question, meaning there was even less chance anything would ever be removed.
The freezer became a black hole of tinfoil parcels, left unattended until the freezer would inevitably break, the door would stop closing or there’d be a power cut and all the food would have to be thrown out, to much lamenting from Mum!
I’m always teased in my family for picking at food in the kitchen. Instead of just taking a slice of cake, I’ll take 15 minuscule slices, thus avoiding all risk of calorific intake.
