Wednesday night my parents were over and we treated them to
Jasper White's my famous lobster rolls. We all ate way too much. Yum, yum.
The next morning, Stephanie (AKA the Olfactory Queen) announced that the car stunk of lobster. I couldn't even smell it, but Pete and Julie took up the "Ewwwww!" chant in solidarity with her.
This morning Pete went down to the basement and came up announcing that the back room stunk of lobster. "Oh, heh heh heh, Pete, you are such a card." Come to find out, Someone had left the deep freeze door open . . . and everything inside had defrosted. Including about 10 lbs. of shrimp and scallops ("See, I told you it wasn't lobster you were smelling!"), several boxes of chicken nuggets, two cases of my favorite burritos, a variety of ice cream and other frozen "novelties" (but now all indistinguishable as just a sticky coating all over the floor of the freezer!), and numerous Trader Joe's frozen entrees. (That's not all, but I'm starting to get queasy at the thought of how much money is sitting in my trash cans right now.) The only things I didn't throw away were bread products and Pete's leftover Yoda cake that I'm saving for his half birthday. I don't care if we all die of salmonella; I couldn't bear to toss it.
I guess I will be making another run to Costco this month after all.