The Cooler
One of the hassles of car living has been that my grocery options are limited: I can’t buy anything that won’t keep, and I can’t buy anything that needs to be cooked. In an effort to cut costs in my lean period, I decided to tackle at least one of these.
I haven’t dealt with a cooler in a long time. I’m sure there were day trips in Berkeley where we used them to keep our alcohol cool and tasty, but I’m just as sure that I was drunk as hell, so I can’t really remember. I associate them with camping and fishing trips from my vague childhood.
The thinking was basically that ice is cheap, and if I need to buy more every two days or so, it’s worth it in the fact that I can buy a hunk of cheese or turkey or whatnot and not have to eat the whole damn thing in one sitting. So far, it’s working, but I’ll let you know if I start to feel dysenterish.

October 8th, 2006 at 7:33 pm
Dry ice.