Too tired to post. We butchered the last of the second batch of meatbirds today - twenty-some of the little blimpoids. (We were victims of our own success on the first batch - we ended up selling so many that we didn't get any for ourselves. Had to raise a second batch, and even then we could have sold most of them.) (You know you're on the right track when you have to beat customers off with a stick.) ("My chicken, damn you! Let go! Mine mine mine!")
Anyway, I just finished stuffing the last of them into the freezer. And I had to lean on the door slightly to do it... (There had to be a general purge of the freezer about mid-afternoon. A lot of things went to the compost pile. Bananas-that-would-have-been-for-banana-bread-if-I'd remembered-I-had-them-at-any-point-in-the-last-several-months, chicken carcasses that I'd intended to boil down for stock, etc. And several unlabeled items that I decided that if I couldn't identify it in less than 20 seconds then it should probably be thrown away...)
(Note to self: Label things that go in the freezer. No, you are not going to remember what they are later, no matter how firmly you believe you will. No, seriously, label things.)
Chicken for supper tonight. Gotta go start some pilaf...
4 comments:
Oy! Put your feet up, for sure. I also suffer from mystery freezer containers. Makes for some surprises....
I have bananas like that - they've been sitting in the fridge for weeks...
Label things. Really?
I started sometime after Dude came into my life. If he's looking for something, and moves things, I forget what's what. (I say that is because every time I open the freezer door, I'd get a gentle reminder - except when stuff is moved around.)
Congratulations!
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