At the time that my husband moved in, I had a cold dirty secret.
Deep in the icy recesses of my freezer, sat an unopened costco-sized box of edamame. The origins of this box of edamame remained unknown for the three or four years it sat in there. Periodically I'd uncover it, glare at it, and cover it back up. I had no idea why we had it or what to do with it. Patrick had long since sworn off of soy so he definitely wasn't itching to open it.