I have this habit, this way of cooking, that I’ve had all my life it seems, since I was single. Sunday is cooking day. And whatever it is, I make a lot of it, and eat it every day until it’s gone. When I was single, I ate whatever it was for every meal. But for the last 30 years or so, it’s just for dinner. I’ll make something Sunday, then eat it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.... Mrs Mosca will usually be okay Monday, and maybe Tuesday, but that’s it.
This weekly meal could be anything, but it’s usually spaghetti sauce, or chili, or some kind of chicken casserole, or lasagna, or hearty soup, or during the summer pulled pork, or brisket, might be four racks of ribs, could be pot roast, short ribs, whatever. I think the reason is that I grew up in a reasonably big family (five brothers and sisters), and I learned to cook by watching my mom.
So, getting to the point.
Often, I’ll make it to the end of the week, maybe Thursday, and Mrs wants to go out Friday. And maybe I want burgers Saturday (my favorite). So I vacuum seal and freeze the leftovers. And that kinda builds up, over weeks and months. Stuff drifts to the bottom, things get moved around. Half the freezer sometimes is leftovers. And of course I should eat them instead of cook on Sunday, but I like cooking on Sunday.
Now, thing is, once you pack and freeze stuff, almost everything looks the same. I mean, of course ribs don’t look like chicken casserole, and slices of lasagna are pretty obvious. But chili looks like spaghetti sauce looks like pot roast looks like beef soup looks like pulled pork, when it’s sealed and frozen. And what that means is, sometimes I don’t know what’s in there.
So yesterday, I decided to get out a pack of chili for tonight’s dinner. Maybe make some loaded nachos for the game: chili, jalapeños, some queso, you know. I let it sit in the fridge. Freeze it quickly, thaw it slowly.
But guess what! Sausage, peppers, and onions!
You never know, y’know? Good thing I had some nice rolls, and some mozzarella.
My stupid, pointless post for the day, I guess.
This weekly meal could be anything, but it’s usually spaghetti sauce, or chili, or some kind of chicken casserole, or lasagna, or hearty soup, or during the summer pulled pork, or brisket, might be four racks of ribs, could be pot roast, short ribs, whatever. I think the reason is that I grew up in a reasonably big family (five brothers and sisters), and I learned to cook by watching my mom.
So, getting to the point.
Often, I’ll make it to the end of the week, maybe Thursday, and Mrs wants to go out Friday. And maybe I want burgers Saturday (my favorite). So I vacuum seal and freeze the leftovers. And that kinda builds up, over weeks and months. Stuff drifts to the bottom, things get moved around. Half the freezer sometimes is leftovers. And of course I should eat them instead of cook on Sunday, but I like cooking on Sunday.
Now, thing is, once you pack and freeze stuff, almost everything looks the same. I mean, of course ribs don’t look like chicken casserole, and slices of lasagna are pretty obvious. But chili looks like spaghetti sauce looks like pot roast looks like beef soup looks like pulled pork, when it’s sealed and frozen. And what that means is, sometimes I don’t know what’s in there.
So yesterday, I decided to get out a pack of chili for tonight’s dinner. Maybe make some loaded nachos for the game: chili, jalapeños, some queso, you know. I let it sit in the fridge. Freeze it quickly, thaw it slowly.
But guess what! Sausage, peppers, and onions!
You never know, y’know? Good thing I had some nice rolls, and some mozzarella.
My stupid, pointless post for the day, I guess.
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