Still at the hotel. But it has a very pretty Christmas-themed lobby. So pretty for a Fitchburg hotel!!!
Food has very slowly been going bad at our house. At first, we were keeping things out in the garage, because it was colder out there than it was in our fridge. Now that we’re living in a hotel (which is covered by our home owner’s insurance - score!), we have a little cooler with milk and cheese in it.
Today, we were at the house, and we HAD to do something will all the stuff that was in our freezer. I was most concerned about our fresh fruit that I had picked myself. I spent hours picking blue berries this summer, and I did NOT want to throw them away. We also had two bags of rhubarb that had been washed, and were all measured out exactly for a pie. They were just waiting to be made into a delicious pastry. I also had two delicious frozen vegetable lasagnas from Trader Joe’s that I didn’t want to see go bad (they were about $6 a piece, but enough for the whole family to eat).
We had a frozen apple pie in the freezer that my mom GAVE AWAY to our friend Sara (the one with heat and power). WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING?!?!?!?!?! If anything, she should have said “Hey Sara, can you bake this for me? I’ll give you half of it.” Instead, she just said “here, take this.” And now we’re left with no pie. Bummer. If Sara was going to get HALF A PIE for free, why wouldn’t she do it? My mom had the day off, she could have gone over and baked it herself. (I’m sorry if you read this mom, but you clearly weren’t thinking. Seriously, you LOVE your apple pie. You could have gone about that differently, and both families could have scored pie.) I really, really hope that Sara offers us some whenever she bakes it.
Sara said she had a little more room in her freezer (for the fruit, I hoped), I called her, but she didn’t answer. I had already taken the fruit out of the freezer, so crap. Liz from the Brew Year’s Eve got power back, so I called her, hoping
she’d have a little freezer space. She did!!! She had a chest freezer in their basement that they never used. I filled the cooler with the stuff I wanted (Trader Joe’s lasagna, a pot pie, Megan’s quorn, and bumble berry pastries that are delicious!). Everything, including the berries, fit in her freezer.
Dad and I decided to go down to Worcester to see Dylan (who also has a working freezer), so I loaded the cooler up with even more stuff (pesto sauce, meatballs, frozen rolls, hamburger meat, and two big packages of sirloin steak tips), and brought it down to Dylan. All of the stuff fit in his freezer, too!!! Now, all that we have left is stuff that can just be re-bought, frozen peas, frozen OJ concentrate, rolls from Megan’s wedding (yum! why would we still have those? Silly!) And other stuff that we can just toss out. Then, we went out to dinner where I had Lemon Chicken Picatta that was yucky. It was too creamy, and I had to scrape off most of the sauce. I thought chicken picatta was a mostly clear sauce with olive oil. I was disappointed.
I am just so thankful for Liz and Dylan’s freezer. I REALLY didn’t want to lose that fruit. If Liz likes rhubarb pie, she is most definitely getting some. Maybe I could even bake her some muffins with the blueberries she helped me save.
Oh, and after I brought all the stuff to Liz’s, I found another bag of about 1.5 cups of blueberries in the kitchen freezer. I didn’t know what else to do with them, so I grabbed a spoon, and ate them. I left my dad about 2/3 cup, but the rest went in my belly. The date on the bag was 7-29-08, only several days before Megan’s wedding.
In fact, this might be a picture of us on that day, right after picking them!!! I think Mac is eating them!
