Meat Packing
Clearly meat packing is unlike any other kind of packing, because I can tell you for sure that everything else takes up way MORE space when it’s packed. (Guess how many boxes we now have in the garage? The mover arrives in one week minus five hours.) That makes Alice Cade’s winning caption extra specially funny to me.
Congratulations, Alice!!!
Meat
I should have seen it coming.
Meat is, after all, the flesh of a dead animal… and most of you twisted this literal meaning to quite macabre extents. Those of you who didn’t joke about offing the husband (or the Social Studies student) made such blush-inducing references to sexuality that I wanted to cross my legs!
To me personally, meat doesn’t mean dead animals or sex. It means something clogging up my freezer that my husband better cook up and eat sometime in the next week. Here’s the thing: Nathan is a major meat-lover (me, not so much). So our freezer was full of ribs, lamb shanks, steaks… We had also stocked up on hamburger, which was the only thing our darling Pepper would eat for the last month of his life (and he ate five burgers a day!). And now… we are moving in two weeks! At first, it was terribly hard for me to contemplate tearing myself away from this beautiful place, but family beckons… and after four days of packing I’m finally with the program. And one of the things the program entails is cooking all that blasted meat.


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