Good idea. As it turns out, we'll be able to feed the entire town for two weeks and still have food left in our freezer.
It also turns out that sherbert, if left in a freezer long enough (like, since we moved), can and will go bad.
The bread didn't go bad. It was just yucky. It stuck to the tea towel that was covering it while it rose, and fell while I was baking it. I thought we'd eat it. We didn't.
I have no excuse for the oatmeal. Oh, pardon me, you can't tell it's oatmeal because it's all brown and nasty looking? Riight. So I have some excuse for not eating it then, since it went that way two hours after I put it in the fridge. I told you: My fridge. Is. Evil.
I did race my evil fridge to the leftover finish line and managed to win a few times this week: I'm particularly proud of my idea to use up some leftover jus (as in "Beef Au"?) in my meatloaf last night instead of the beef bouillon my recipe asked for. You can't see me but I'm punching the air like the chump champ I am.
This week I have a sour cream, cream cheese, some chicken gravy and a canteloupe on my Use it or Lose it List, and I'm watching you, canteloupe. Don't think that just because you don't live in the fridge that you aren't susceptible to its evil influence.
