Frozen Meatballs: It's not what's for dinner
Dinner time yesterday was its usual cluster. Little E was in the highchair crying for his food. Big E was under my feet. I was frantically pulling food out of the fridge. I flung open the freezer to grab a bag of frozen vegetables when a tupperware full of frozen meatballs took a suicidal leap. It glanced off of Big E's head and then exploded on the floor. Who knew that frozen tupperware shattered like glass?
Big E started screaming. I picked him up and tried to comfort him. Bad frozen meat balls! I had two screaming kids. Ugh. In the meantime, the poodle was there to lick the frozen meat. She is good for nothing. I put Big E down and told him not to move as I cleaned up all the pieces of tupperware.
Mr. Yoy was more upset that I had to throw out the meatballs than the fact that Big E was injured in the event.
Today, I am going to reorganize the freezer to avoid future food catastrophes.
Big E started screaming. I picked him up and tried to comfort him. Bad frozen meat balls! I had two screaming kids. Ugh. In the meantime, the poodle was there to lick the frozen meat. She is good for nothing. I put Big E down and told him not to move as I cleaned up all the pieces of tupperware.
Mr. Yoy was more upset that I had to throw out the meatballs than the fact that Big E was injured in the event.
Today, I am going to reorganize the freezer to avoid future food catastrophes.
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