Alright I am being a bit of a drama llama, but not five minutes ago ( 6:35 ) I was foraging in the freezer for some beef to make a slow cooker delight for tea tonight.
( imagine I'm playing that 'our tune' so g off the radio )
My fridge is my one true love. I still call it my new fridge, when in truth it's probably nigh on ten years old! It's an American style fridge that I saved hard for two years to buy. It was eight hundred of my English pounds. They were elite back then. It's a sleek silver ice dispensing thoroughbred. The refrigerator is cavernous and I need a stool to clean the top shelf.
( now imagine I'm playing that sound effect of a needle being abruptly ripped off an LP )
( I actually could have somehow put sound effects into this post somehow by googling them and inserting links - but it's nearly 7am and I'm blogging off my little phone! )
The freezer compartment is shite.
I think it's that ying yang thing. Cliche - gotta take the rough with the smooth.
It's narrow and shelved. And a big bit is taken up by my beloved ice dispenser.
Anyway, if one is freezing neat A5 boxes of things ( I never buy neat boxes of things ) it's ideal. Ready meals in little boxes would stack up nicely. In my freezer at the moment I have bread, stupid sized artisan style bread the HG races to Sainsbury's to buy when they are yellow stickered. He emerges, triumphant with armfuls of sunflower & spelt stuff, pain de campagnes, walnut and cauliflower ( just checking you are still reading! ) baguettes etc almost all of which are already rock hard! I have to say we do have the poshest breadcrumbs this side of the Pennines! Top tip is I wrap the full loaf in foil with a good sprinkling of water and put in a hot oven for ten minutes. It freshens it up again and is delicious with soup! Along with the awkward bread I have yellow stickered awkward vacuum packs of jounts of meat. Stupid sized trays of burgers ( because we didn't have enough BBQs in the summer ) , odd bags of frozen veg, Glorious soup in those not freezer friendly plastic tubs bought when they are on offer for a pound a pot and lots of pound land takeaway containers full of HB meals. They alone fit perfectly. Oh I also have some Barton Grange Sausage Rolls in there. They are the best sausage rolls money can buy. Barton Grange is a fantastic place, posh garden centre with a posh cook shop, posh gift shop, posh cafe with a gorgeous posh view, posh restaurant, posh interior design bit and posh farm shop. And the poshest, glitteriest, colourful stylish wow factor ever Christmas displays. I walk in like I'm posh and wealthy. I walk out with a packet of five large sausage rolls ready to bake for £3.99!! Actually I only ever buy liver from their butchers too because it's cheap and not blood vesselly! We also HAVE to buy Manchester Tarts for the HG. ( insert your own innuendo here ). The car park is also quite posh. The toilets get ten out of ten for poshness too. My posh purple kitchen bins came from there. They have the best posh sale ever, and there are always posh bargains to be had. It's why we go!
Anyway ( I do like to spin a yarn out!! ) whilst foraging in the stupidly jam packed freezer, it decided to throw up all over me and the pack of three sausage rolls ( I'd cooked two from fresh ) slipped out and landed right on the top of my foot. Oh my stars I said A LOT of bad words! It brought a tear to my eye. I've a lovely large bruise forming already! Who knew Sausage Rolls could be deadly?
Latest work in progress... the little hoodied cardigan for the baby next door but two. I'm worried it won't fit as his mother insists on feeding him and he is growing faster than I can knit! It doesn't look very cute right now! I've almost finished off the hood, then I've the pocket edges to do and much sewing up! It looks daft right now!!