Tonight while I was in the process of boycotting my role as the preparer of dinner, Greg pulled up a chair in front of the freezer accepting the fact that unless he wanted stale cheerios, the dinner mantle was upon his shoulders. I rarely go to the freezer for meals because usually it is too late for the selected item to be defrosted. Greg knew he would hit some jackpot....he just needed to invest some frosty finger time in the search (hence the chair.)
At any rate, dinner was prepared we all ate and our crankiness dissipated. Food is an easy solution to alleviating moodiness in our house.
It wasn't until later we laughed about the fact that the only frozen food items that didn't come in a Trader Joe's box or a plastic wrapped ditty from Costco was originally frozen by my mother-in-law. Lynn Davis is truly the "Queen of Freeze." She is pretty much the most amazingly resourceful woman I know and tonight she received an award in the area of frozen food. Among the items in my freezer which were from her kitchen was: chocolate cake (which I would usually throw out because I am too lazy to package it up,) shredded beef (fairly old to have been consumed tonight but so far there have not been any serious repercussions,) minestrone soup, etc.
The fact of the matter is I don't understand the language of freezer speak. If we didn't eat all of one particular meal, it goes in the fridge. If it hasn't been consumed by day three or if we find it in the fridge and don't remember the last time we actually ate it, the trash receives a new friend. Often times the tupperware containing the lively specimen is thrown out with it because neither Greg or I have the nose to deal with the aroma that would ensue. Lynn Davis on the other hand goes straight to the freezer with it in the proper freezer bag, sharpied with date and name. I need to learn freezer speak!
All in all, thanks to Queen of Freeze ala Lynn Davis, we were spared stale cheerios and had a delicious dinner. Lynn has way more to offer than Martha Stewart.
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Why Fields of Daffodils?
So why would I name my blog after a poem Wordsworth wrote? Well, for one thing, as an individual who would love nothing more then to dig in dirt or go on a hike to release the stresses of life....I figured it would be appropriate to write about my own personal daffodils. We all have our ups and downs but I have found comfort in talking or writing about the idosyncrasies of life and motherhood. Thus feeling justified in my quest to find happiness and laughter amidst the nooks and crannies in what we call our probation here on earth. May you be able to laugh with me while you find laughter in your own life as well.
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