She pulls stuff out of the freezer that is so frost burned it isn't even recognizable, and she wants to heat that up for dinner. And yes, condiments in her fridge are so old you couldn't pay me to eat them. When we drive into her town, we stop and have a big meal before going to her house, and then the grocery store because we have a "special diet", and take her out to eat at least once. I try not to eat her food at all if I can avoid it.
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