Sometime in the last week, our chest freezer failed unbeknownst to us-- that is until the smell finally got strong enough to send us searching to find the very stinky, gross mess. Ward and Theodore, heroically, did most of the clean up of the many pounds of rotten meat and various other decaying things. They were on the front line because I had to go to work and Wally couldn't stomach the whole thing. He promptly volunteered to mow the grass.
Needless to say, much food went to waste. I don't have an inventory or really even want to know how much food went bad. It's sort of the "bury your head in the sand" ostrich response.
Until next time, when I hope for a boring post of maybe a tomato that got lost in the veggie drawer.