So easy to tell this is a Red Sky at night.
“What on earth is that Dad”
For some bizarre reason I have started freezing left over food. Anything which cuts down the need to shop is a good thing in our book. Any trip beyond the garden gate will send Son into anxiety meltdown and I have to admit to being uncomfortable with the idea. So stuff gets bagged up and frozen.
“Remind me again, what are you looking for.”
I was searching for some frozen cheese (grated).
“Well that’s not cheese.”
I’m not entirely sure what that freezer bag contained.
“Why didn’t you label the bags.”
Hindsight is a wonderful thing. But this is his Dad. I’ve not got a good track record in doing things sensibly. Son knows this. He has always known this. When he was about 4 we had to have our photos taken for a season ticket at the local fun park. I had just done something embarrassing – AGAIN. Son just gave me one of those looks and turned to the person taking the photo and said
“This is my Dad. He is a muppet.”
Things haven’t changed.
Convinced I had found the frozen grated cheese, I went to cook lunch.
“Is that my favourite cheese?”
Yes it was. Well it was for a few glorious minutes. Cooking and tasting unfortunately disproved the fact. So today I have learnt two important facts
- Labelling freezer bags is a great idea AND
- Frozen grated cheese looks very like potato rosti.