This wasn’t supposed to be the story I was telling today. But last Sunday morning, I opened our basement freezer, also known as the meat freezer, to retrieve a cod fillet and discovered a crack in the ancient plastic lining. I blinked my eyes to wish it away, hoping beyond hope I was imagining things. But nope, there it was, leaking cold air out of the fridge and jeopardizing the status of the pig parts stashed in its frosty depths. [Insert copious amounts of swearing and denial here.]
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