And when I opened up the refrigerator and retrieved the container, lo, I beheld what I believed to be a miracle! For there before me was a carton of strawberries, purchased days and days ago, and as I sliced, each berry had seemed to have rolled through a fountain of youth (too bad not a chocolate fountain of youth), its color and freshness astoundingly maintained. What is this madness!! I shouted at the berries, half-joyful, half-afraid of them.
Then as I sliced, the consistency of the berry's insides, the slight pull on the knife revealed the answer, the secret to my accidental success: The real miracle was not the berries, but the appliance, the amazing super-fridge that doubles as a halfhearted freezer.