Within mere hours of carefully swaddling the strawberries in their various protective wrappings, a fine veil of mist was plainly visible on both plastic features of the array.

Carefully following the Green Bag instructions, I meticulously swabbed out both the green and clear bags to ensure that no moisture interferes with the mysterious preserving properties at play.
But it’s got me to thinking: I’m in DC. It’s technically somewhere around squatrillion percent humidity here. Anything when left in a plastic bag is going to create condensate, right? So I figure that if my berries spoil, it’s definitely going to be because I didn’t keep them adequately arid.
Fortunately, however, this experiment is helping keep me in denial that we are all suddenly terribly poor and that Bank of America now owns my very soul.



