Day 118: Popsicle Bust

Being snowbound for day 118, I had to get creative with New Things.

I have a small list of things that I've been compiling since before the project began, and one of those things happened to be: freeze a popsicle outside.

I scrambled for something to freeze. Our fridge had a bottle of unopened champagne from New Years, a carton of milk and some beef and chicken stock. Not wanting to open the bottle of champagne, freeze our perfectly good milk or eat a stock popsicle, Mark came up with an even better idea--a Dole cup of mandarin oranges.

I found a tool used for carving pumpkins and made that it's "stick," and set the little bugger out on a snow-covered ledge in the freezing cold.

I sat and did other snowbound things, like read Anthony Bourdain's book, Kitchen Confidential, did as much work work as I could from home, watched daytime TV like "What Not to Wear," snuggled for warmth, cleaned off the ice from my car, etc. etc.

Hours later--not single glaze of ice on my fruit cup.

Nada.

So, because I was blissfully determined, I decided to leave it overnight. With temps down in the teeny-tiny twenties, I thought surely my little cup would get some sort of chill.

Au contraire.

This morning, I'm pretty sure that thing is even warmer than the snow around it.

My lesson: the preservatives in your food serve as anti-freeze in your food, and can't be safe. Thank goodness I couldn't eat it anyway.