My propensity for freezing isn't limited to things I have cooked myself. I also freeze a lot of bread, because down here in the tropics bread gets moldy very quickly, and there is nothing more discouraging than having your mouth all set on an english muffin for breakfast, only to find your only muffin looks more like a petri dish. So when I buy bread, I usually freeze about half the package, for later consumption.
Because my memory is short, and things tend to look different when they are frozen, and we once had an Unfortunate Incident involving something I thought was spaghetti sauce, I always label the freezer bags with the contents and the date.
Yesterday, I pulled out some bagels. I knew they were bagels, because it said so, right on the bag. But...they were bagels that I put in the freezer on 7-01-08. These weren't ordinary bagels. They were Bagels from the Future.
Now, I'm sure you're sitting there thinking I just mislabeled the bag, but honestly, do I seem like the kind of person who would do that? Just because I seldom know what day it is and can't remember how old I am and am terrible at math and anything, really, involving numbers, doesn't mean these bagels aren't really Future Bagels. A rip in the time/space continuum wouldn't exactly be the weirdest thing in this house, y'know?