Dinner roulette
Jan. 6th, 2010 10:19 pmThis morning, I pulled a container out of the deep freeze. It wasn't labelled, but it looked like pea soup, so I popped it into the fridge to defrost for dinner.
Come home from work, open the container... it's not pea soup. It's pumpkin pie filling. Well, that explains the lack of label; I'm the pea soup maker and a compulsive labeller, but Russ is the pie maker, so he would have been the one to freeze the roasted, blended, and spiced pumpkin.
Down to the deep freeze. Pull out another container; this one is labelled "Borscht". Force frozen block out of container and into a pot; it doesn't look quite right. Start heating it; it doesn't smell quite right either. We both watch it melt and theorize as to what it might be or what might be wrong with it if it actually is borscht. When it's thawed enough, Russ does a taste test... it's not borscht. It's seafood broth leftover from Russ' magnificent birthday feast, and it apparently didn't get re-labelled when it was packaged up into a container previously occupied by beet soup.
Down to the deep freeze. Pull out another container; this one is labelled "Pea Soup", but I have my doubts. Open and sniff the frozen block... it's not pea soup. It's also seafood broth.
Down to the deep freeze. Find a container that is decidedly pea soup by both label and appearance, but the mouth of the jar is smaller than the body, so the soup's not coming out until it is thawed.
Dinner ended up being soba noodles and eggs with stir-fried broccoli. The pea soup is now for tomorrow's dinner. New year's resolution for Russ: Label everything before freezing it.
Come home from work, open the container... it's not pea soup. It's pumpkin pie filling. Well, that explains the lack of label; I'm the pea soup maker and a compulsive labeller, but Russ is the pie maker, so he would have been the one to freeze the roasted, blended, and spiced pumpkin.
Down to the deep freeze. Pull out another container; this one is labelled "Borscht". Force frozen block out of container and into a pot; it doesn't look quite right. Start heating it; it doesn't smell quite right either. We both watch it melt and theorize as to what it might be or what might be wrong with it if it actually is borscht. When it's thawed enough, Russ does a taste test... it's not borscht. It's seafood broth leftover from Russ' magnificent birthday feast, and it apparently didn't get re-labelled when it was packaged up into a container previously occupied by beet soup.
Down to the deep freeze. Pull out another container; this one is labelled "Pea Soup", but I have my doubts. Open and sniff the frozen block... it's not pea soup. It's also seafood broth.
Down to the deep freeze. Find a container that is decidedly pea soup by both label and appearance, but the mouth of the jar is smaller than the body, so the soup's not coming out until it is thawed.
Dinner ended up being soba noodles and eggs with stir-fried broccoli. The pea soup is now for tomorrow's dinner. New year's resolution for Russ: Label everything before freezing it.