Butter: (Or as I like to call it, "Yes, actually I can believe its not butter"). My tub of Blue Band has lasted, in its semi-solid gelatinous form, for over 6 weeks. And yes, I am still alive.
Cheese: Vache Qui Rit or "The Laughing Cow" as it is called in the U.S.A. is the closest thing to a cow's greatest gift in rural West Africa. It's not really cheese, but it can certainly taste like it, if you are not a discerning cheese consumer. My current wheel of Vache has been lurking in the shadows of my kitchen for four weeks now. I had a wedge of the creamy not-so-mozzo substance last night. Tasted delectably good.
Peanut Butter: I never put Peanut Butter in the ice box, but I know many of you have your Skippy hiding somewhere behind your Hidden Valley Ranch Light and the two year old bottle of Worcheshire Sauce. My Peanut Butter has withstood 6 months of seldom comfortable temperatures, and I'll tell you what, even Choosey moms would go for my jar of Jif.
Grape Jam: Perhaps the weakest in my Pantry arsenal, the Jelly, Jam, & Preserves category generally survives 8-10 days before it decides to create its own ecosystem under the jar's lid. It is a game of timing, really. If I buy a jar of Jam, I must be prepared to consume it several times daily, in an attempt to evade the mold community which wishes to take residence.
Mayonaise: If this was the Perishable foods Olympics, then my jar of Mayonaise would take home the gold. Im not a fan of Mayo, but sometimes a certain recipe calls for its lard-based self. So I must keep it on hand. After 9 solid months in my kitchen, my jar of Mayo is going strong. I even used some today for a tuna salad sandwich.
So next time you return from the grocery store, arms filled with bottles and jars that say "Refrigerate after opening", stop and ponder whether or not the item truly requires a chill....and then proceed to place it in the fridge. Have a popscicle in my honor. I've almost forgotten they exist. Enjoy the photos.
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