So I went to Costco last Friday (an hour each way) to pick up ribs to cook for the local Fire Department guys. So I did 13 racks to feed the firedogs, but while I was there, I picked up some stuff for myself and the family. I got a 15lb Prime brisket with the intention of aging it in the fridge for a month or so, and also a big bunch of Prime short ribs/dino ribs.
So I left them in the ice chest overnight, along with the ribs, on Friday night, with ice on it all, because I really don't have fridge room. Then Saturday I did all the ribs, put three racks wrapped in foil on the bottom shelf of the fridge for Sunday's small group get-together for our church group. I left the short ribs and brisket in the ice chest and dumped more ice on them from the freezer, thinking I'd move 'em into the fridge on the bottom shelf when I pulled out the ribs.
So.. somehow they got forgotten.
I remember putting some more ice on them Monday morning before heading to work, thinking I'd get around to putting them in the fridge on Monday evening.
But it's been a crazy week - with being busy at work, The Wife having rehearsals for a theater production all week, I had 2+-hour meetings in the evening 3 nights this week after work, The Boy had karate 2 nights, and Wed youth group at church... I was responsible for all the transporting along with making all my evening meetings.
Bottom line is, I remembered the ice chest on Wednesday night. I frantically opened the ice chest, hoping it would still be cold inside, and put my hand in the water. It was cool, but... I grabbed my Thermopop and got a water temp of 62°F. Dangit.
So... Thursday morning is trash day. I put a 15 lb Prime brisket and about 10 pounds of Prime short ribs in the trash, to be hauled off to the dump.
All in all, I think it was probably over $100 worth of uncooked Prime beef.
So now, I'm working through the 5 stages of grief and I think I'm stuck in Anger. I've told myself I'm done for now. No more grilling, no more BBQing, no more smoking, no more buying nice cuts or large amounts of meat - I just don't have room for it. I can buy a new fridge as a "meat fridge", without a problem, I just don't have any place to put it. <sigh>
Just so pissed at myself, especially because I fought with my wife about buying it, because I wanted it so bad, I told her I would pay for it out of my "personal" play money, since we're saving for a trip to Italy. And she told me we didn't have room to store it. So, I thought I would work it out. And I screwed it up. <sigh> So... I'm done for now. No more smoking. Nothing. I need a break to get my thoughts together, to grieve, to rationalize, and to make some other plans or arrangements before I can get back into this hobby.
.....
Oh, The Wife is headed to the store, I better run and go with her, so I can grab a few racks of babybacks!




So I left them in the ice chest overnight, along with the ribs, on Friday night, with ice on it all, because I really don't have fridge room. Then Saturday I did all the ribs, put three racks wrapped in foil on the bottom shelf of the fridge for Sunday's small group get-together for our church group. I left the short ribs and brisket in the ice chest and dumped more ice on them from the freezer, thinking I'd move 'em into the fridge on the bottom shelf when I pulled out the ribs.
So.. somehow they got forgotten.

But it's been a crazy week - with being busy at work, The Wife having rehearsals for a theater production all week, I had 2+-hour meetings in the evening 3 nights this week after work, The Boy had karate 2 nights, and Wed youth group at church... I was responsible for all the transporting along with making all my evening meetings.
Bottom line is, I remembered the ice chest on Wednesday night. I frantically opened the ice chest, hoping it would still be cold inside, and put my hand in the water. It was cool, but... I grabbed my Thermopop and got a water temp of 62°F. Dangit.
So... Thursday morning is trash day. I put a 15 lb Prime brisket and about 10 pounds of Prime short ribs in the trash, to be hauled off to the dump.
All in all, I think it was probably over $100 worth of uncooked Prime beef.
So now, I'm working through the 5 stages of grief and I think I'm stuck in Anger. I've told myself I'm done for now. No more grilling, no more BBQing, no more smoking, no more buying nice cuts or large amounts of meat - I just don't have room for it. I can buy a new fridge as a "meat fridge", without a problem, I just don't have any place to put it. <sigh>
Just so pissed at myself, especially because I fought with my wife about buying it, because I wanted it so bad, I told her I would pay for it out of my "personal" play money, since we're saving for a trip to Italy. And she told me we didn't have room to store it. So, I thought I would work it out. And I screwed it up. <sigh> So... I'm done for now. No more smoking. Nothing. I need a break to get my thoughts together, to grieve, to rationalize, and to make some other plans or arrangements before I can get back into this hobby.
.....
Oh, The Wife is headed to the store, I better run and go with her, so I can grab a few racks of babybacks!





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