I have been very ill the past month and DH was FORCED to fend for himself, as I was in no condition to make any meals.
I suggested that he go out into the garage and see what he could find in the deep freeze.
He found a pan of lasagna, leftover grilled steak and chicken, various soups, a rather large serving of beef stew, some chicken chili; all well marked and dated.
At the end of his foraging, he found an unmarked deli container filled with "something".
In my feverish-stupor, he asks me, "What's this?"
Well, defrost it and you'll find out soon enough.
Um, well, neither of us got that one figured out, so in the trash bin it went.