My grandmother has (had) a freezer full of Schwann’s food she will not eat; cuts of meat, frozen vegetables, chocolate pies. This was Leonard’s food, but he isn’t going to
enjoy digest these meats from heaven. So, we have been. Little by little at each weekly visit, I bring home another box of frozen food. Our freezer, by comparison, is much smaller.
This weekend was the last haul and it included a 1.5 pound bag of frozen peas. I had a rotisserie chicken in the fridge that wasn’t going to be eaten in time, and a full, glorious day off yesterday to goof off around the house. The result: lots of homemade chicken stock and a huge pot of chicken and pea soup.
Never mind it is still 90 degrees here, and we literally turned on the air conditioning to eat our soup dinner in comfort last night: I officially declare it soup season!
Also, sadly after a brush with a burner, we will need a new immersion blender. Plastic gets melty so fast! Jeez.