So much for the waste leg of the Abstain Project. My refrigerator conked out on me sometime between Friday and last night. I had to leave the house at 8:30am and didn't get home til about 6pm; by that time, much of my food was beyond saving. That pound of ground pork I bought from Flying Pigs yesterday? Rank. All of those frozen berries I'd been saving for pies? Soupy. The swiss chard I finally got around to cooking on Friday? Turning. Real funny, Murphy, you got me good.
Luckily, I had enough of that butter around to make a very rudimentary cobbler with my fruit, though the butter was a little too soft to work with. I cooked up the sausage and ate as much of it as I could. In the meantime, I'm refraining from opening up the fridge so that my new wheel of Shushan Snow and the eggs stand a chance of surviving til breakfast tomorrow morning.
It's funny, I'd been saying to myself, okay, I'm just going to cut pork out when I finally finish that hunk of frozen sausage in the freezer. Now that that's toast, I think it's time to cut red meat altogether. Thanks for the sign, Universe.
Luckily, I had enough of that butter around to make a very rudimentary cobbler with my fruit, though the butter was a little too soft to work with. I cooked up the sausage and ate as much of it as I could. In the meantime, I'm refraining from opening up the fridge so that my new wheel of Shushan Snow and the eggs stand a chance of surviving til breakfast tomorrow morning.
It's funny, I'd been saying to myself, okay, I'm just going to cut pork out when I finally finish that hunk of frozen sausage in the freezer. Now that that's toast, I think it's time to cut red meat altogether. Thanks for the sign, Universe.
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