The school year is off to a fine start. So far everything has been going well, but the workdays were long and right now we don’t have all of our afternoon college staff back in Seward yet, so I’m in the classroom until the end of the day. That makes me a little behind in some paperwork-kind of stuff, but not a big deal.
Unless this kind of thing happens: You get a package of hamburger out of the freezer to thaw, but while down in the basement you might as well move the laundry and scoop the litter boxes and sweep all that blasted litter off the floor.
The next morning as you get a bowl of cereal, you wonder “Wasn’t I going to thaw some ham…bur….ger?”
Run downstairs and pluck the mercifully mildly-maimed meat package off the washing machine. (Thank goodness we don’t feed the cats people food.)
Discard.
Brad says
D’oh! Did you still eat it? I bet the Ingalls family wouldn’t have been afraid of eating meat that had been unrefrigerated for one day.
Lauren says
Ha! I will never be that brave. Yet another reason I would make a terrible pioneer. “Ugh! It’s so hot! Is this meat spoiled?? I can’t eat it.”