It was the worst of times…and the worst of times. Okay, I’m being dramatic but keep reading if you dare.
Work was super busy again. So much so that I barely had time to eat the meal I packed: emergency protein, baked sweet potato fries, and sauteed bell peppers.
Things only got worse when I came home and discovered that our chest freezer in the garage was busted.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
I spent the next couple hours crazily cooking and packing since we had massive amounts of defrosted meat. We piled as much as we could fit into our main freezer, Fitbomb brought some bags o’meat to stash in his work freezers…
and I cooked off the remaining meat. I seasoned pork and goat chops with Spicehound’s seasoning salt…
…vacuum sealed them…
…and gave my mom instructions to plop them in the SousVide Supreme later in the afternoon.
Then, I dumped some beef shanks, short ribs, carrots, onions, and a bay leaf into the slow cooker…
…and collapsed into bed.
When I woke up in the evening, I took the chops out of the water oven and iced them.
(As a side note: THANK YOU to all our buddies who generously offered to house our meat! The silver lining of this mini meatastrophe is now I have a bunch of cooked food for future meals. Hooray!)
For dinner, I sauteed a head of escarole with shallots…
…and adjusted the seasoning of the impromptu slow cooker beef stew before ladling it out.
Here’s my dinner plate:
After dinner, I exercised in the garage before I headed to work ONE LAST time this week. Hallelujah!
