Saturday night pizza and a bad case of freezer burn
It’s been a bad couple of weeks in our environmentally uber-aware, and trying-very-hard-to-be-frugal household.
Things got off to a bad start with a severe case of freezer burn (more on that later) and didn’t get much better when I mistakenly threw out some perfectly good biscuit dough that I thought was old pizza dough. Just goes to show I need my glasses for more than reading.
Add to that a longer-than-normal list of waste and our food crimes are looking a little bleak. Marinated olives and artichokes, some slivers of prosciutto, ham, basil, two tomatoes, two small (mouldy) cucumbers and three-quarters of a jar of bio-dynamic yoghurt. I didn’t feel too guilty about it since there were just a few bits and pieces left over from Saturday night pizza making. There was quite a lot of dough left over so we ate pizza for another night. And could have eaten it another night but we were a little over it by then… not to mention that three nights of pizza dough can’t be good for your digestion.
I felt dreadful about the yoghurt but I just didn’t really like it.
Luckily for moi, the freezer burn turned out to be a serious misdiagnosis (or overreaction) on the part of my partner in food waste. Nonetheless it put a serious dampener on my Sunday morning when the frozen steaks were thrust under my nose while I was trying to enjoy a cup of tea and good book in bed.
A rather terse lecture ensued on the irresponsibility (mine) of not storing the steaks ($20 scotch fillets) properly. I did little to diffuse the crisis by claiming “they’ll be fine”. And they were.
In the meantime, I will never, ever freeze meat in the incorrect fashion again. I will force the air out of the bag, I will tie it in the best boy-scout fashion and I will stack it neatly in the appropriate freezer compartment. Promise.
