The Barefoot Kitchen Witch

The Freezer Tragedy

I got home from work a couple days ago and Bill greeted me at the door with bad news.

He’d planned to cook some of our stockpile of stuffies (stuffed quahogs) for part of dinner (we had at least a couple dozen in the chest freezer in the basement) and when he took them out, the stuffing was mushy.  As in, not FROZEN. 

That’s not good.

My Kind of Gold

No, it's not jewelry or coins or highlights in my hair.

No, it's not the sun, which is finally out after days and days of "should we be building an ark?" weather.

It's stock.