Plumbing the depths of the freezer

Spring is for the annual garage cleaning. Fall is when I tackle the annual fridge and freezer inspection. While the fridge, with its science experiments in Tupperware containers, is usually more exciting, this time the freezer yielded an odd surprise.

Behind the popsicles and frozen fruit was a package of mini corn dogs that seem like the grocery-shopping equivalent of drunk dialing. I can’t remember when or where I bought them (possibly Aldi?). They contain “chicken, pork and beef,” and are proudly microwavable. And in case I might have been worried about portion size, the box says it contains approximately 16 batter wrapped cocktail franks.