Determined to use the meat in the deep freeze, I thawed a ground turkey chub and a pack of ground pork for a meatloaf. I have not been cooking much, so this was a big step. Big is the operative word. That was three pounds of meat, plus oatmeal, dried onions, an egg, and tons of herbs and spices, topped with a mustard balsamic gravy mix. Yummy, but now it sits in the fridge in two containers. Every time I open the fridge, it smells of meaty goodness.
Why is this sad? Because that is a LOT of meatloaf. Probably more than I can eat before it gets old and stale. Larry would have made sandwiches from it. I guess I will need to vac-seal and freeze some in single portions. Is this defeating the whole use up the frozen stuff plan? I still have frozen tamales from a few weeks ago.
The fireplace insert is already here. That was fast. I worry because the box looks a little rough. Very heavy, I could barely get it in the door. I got some laundry done and folded. I need to change the sheets, and to vacuum. I need to make yogurt, to pack up some jewels and stones for a friend, to actually do the Ancestry DNA kit. Put the solar lights in the box, but the wheelcovers on the trailer tires. I am exhausted though, lethargic. Encased in amber which lets in dim light, but allows no movement or progress. I hate being alone and lonely. No one else will do, people are a welcome distraction, but no replacement for Larry in my life.
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