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May 2, 2009 / Maleesha Kovnesky

Icy Hot without the Hot

Peeking into my parents certain relatives cabinets is like stepping back in time.  You never know what you will find in there, but you know it will probably be old.  The first row of items is generally “fresh,” but as you peel back the layers, the treasures reveal themselves.  It’s not they are unclean, not at all.  It’s just that the word “thrifty” was made to describe them.  In fact, my mom relative drives her mail to the destination rather than mailing it, just to save stamps.  I think this behavior stopped last year during the Great Four Dollar Gas Crisis of ’08. 

Recently I helped my dad other relative organize his cabin shelves.  I found ramen noodles circa 1999.  It’s fun, because you get to take a look at the old packaging, and everything is a bit retro.

Today I worked in the gardens for most of the day.  I tilled (I have a giant crush on my 4 stroke Mantis) , I hoed, I transplanted, I lifted, I chased ducks, I gave lettuce-y treats to the chickens and turkeys.  It was great and I feel better than I have felt in a long time.  I think all of this contact with dirt is helping me in some way.  Or something.  That is, until I came back to Base Camp for a rest.  It is then when I realized I are hurty.  Really super hurty.  And a quick glance into my bag confirmed my worst fear:  I left my trusty jar of Icy Hot ™ back in Bozeman.

Panicking, I opened my mom’s relative’s cabinet.  There, right in the front layer was a jar of Icy Hot!  It didn’t look right.  Something was off.  Next to it was a tube of Icy Hot cream.  I compared them.

The tube had an expiration date of 07/07.  Only two years old.  I checked the jar.  No expiration date.  Hmm.  Does that mean that it was made so long ago that expiration dates were not required?  Or does it mean that it was used enough to wear the date off?  Oh, the quandary I was in!  I could use the two year old Icy Hot, but the whole time I would be thinking “this Icy Hot is two years old, it’s not going to work” which would in turn make it not work.  Or, I could slather on the stuff out of the jar, the stuff that is old enough to have a completely different graphic/logo. 

I decided to use the two year old stuff based on the logo. 

And I discovered that Icy Hot loses the hot, but it hangs onto the cold.  So now I am on the couch, under blankets, drinking hot coffee, watching some Harold and Kumar, and shivering in an Icy Cold sort of way.


I have a lot to talk about, unfortunately I can’t remember much of it.  There I was, hoeing a new raised bed, thinking “When I get back I have to blog about <FORGOTTEN TOPIC>.”  Later I was calling various butchers to get quotes (a couple of our roasting chickens are looking pretty plumb) and I was thinking “I bet that <FORGOTTEN TOPIC> would be great on my blog.”  Alas, you will just have to imagine the hilarity that would have been here if I would have remembered.



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  1. Grace / Jul 12 2009 12:54 am

    Thank you!
    my boyfreind has an icy hot…he’s had it for a couple years and we were just curious to see if it still worked.

    oh! and i think ICYHOT needs to put that kind of information on thier product.

    I agree! Thanks for stopping by, and good luck with your pain relieving adventures in the future!

  2. David / May 11 2009 6:20 am

    Good work clearing out the expired medicines. Too bad Icy Hot doesn’t keep the hot. Maybe a hot wet towel would do the trick for the sore muscles.

    Yes, the contact with dirt (we like to call it “soil”) is elementally healing and good for us on so many levels.

    Re: forgotten topics … uh, whatever. We used to raise and butcher chickens. It’s not that big of a job really. The gross-out factor can be a bit much for some, but if you’re going to the trouble of raising them yourselves, I would humbly suggest that following it through to the final step will ultimately be the most satisfying. It is a little difficult, but it completes the circle of life on the farm.

    Besides sharp knife and strong stomach, all that’s needed are some large-ish (big enough to submerge the bird) tubs of very hot and cold water. Oh and one easily built contraption that helps a lot is an inverted cone “funnel”. Googling will fill in all the necessary details.

    Yeah, I think we are going to end up doing that. My dad has butchered a zillion things in his life, so he will be taking care of most of it since he is there full time. The main issue is that I’m fuzzy on the laws about selling chicken…I read it has to be butchered by a licensed facility…but now it sounds like as long as you sell < 1000 a year, you can do it yourself without a license. I’m still figuring that one out. Laws…sheesh

  3. teeni / May 6 2009 11:48 am

    Oh man! I hope you are feeling much better now. And wherever your great post ideas went? That’s what happens to most of mine too. I keep a notebook now for ideas but sometimes I go to write a post and look at my notes and wonder what the heck was I thinking. Or I simply can’t read my own writing. So yeah. LOL. 😉

  4. bluesuit12 / May 4 2009 5:05 pm

    The thought of icy hot transports me right back to high school track. I envy you and all the gardening – that sounds very rewarding.

  5. Romi / May 3 2009 6:12 pm

    I think you totally made the right decision though! ‘Cause when the logo is different chances are it’s old or you would recognize it thanks to glorious advertising 😉 …I can’t believe it loses the “Hot” though, they should warn you about that, lol….hope you’re feeling better, all that gardening sounded good for the soul just from reading about it 😉

  6. morethananelectrician / May 3 2009 2:11 pm

    People try to convince to take an icebath after a run, but I am not brave enough to do that. I haven’t seen IcyHot in a decade, but I still recollect the smell perfectly.

  7. Carli / May 3 2009 11:48 am

    I’m too scared to delve to deep into my mom’s pantry and cabinets. Who knows what might be lurking in the back???

    I’m pretty sure Narnia is back there. Maybe in the Bood-wa.

  8. Stacey / May 3 2009 6:12 am

    We have food in our house that came from the Captain’s parents’ house after his mom passed away. We’re not sure how old these items were when we inherited them, but they’ve spent the last three years in our pantry. I think it’s time for some spring cleaning.

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