Meat Packed

“Hey Goober, where’s the meat?!”

I know where it is. It’s in my freezer! I got another meat order today. This one was picked up from Sysco and I can tell you that the box at that the top of the below photo is the critical element to this deal. I NEED these sausage rounds for my breakfast bullets. I don’t want to be denied anymore, I had some with luncheon meat like I used to do and it’s no longer acceptable to me. I gots to have the good stuff now. I used part of my lunch hour to go and get these, it was a contactless pickup and wiped off the boxes in the garage before bringing them in and breaking them down. The plan is to swing over to see the Chef tonight when he is free from his job. Picking up and breaking down this meat is probably the most productive thing I have managed to accomplish today, unless restarting your computer endlessly and trying fruitlessly to get files to open is now considered to be productive. My email no longer works on my computer, I can’t access any of my files, even my notes have become read only and unuseable. I’m beyond frustrated with how this process has gone for me. There is a thread in an internal site where users can ask questions and give concerns. Many people are still waiting on the process to start for them, they were given a day and time and nothing happened. It’s nearly as bad as waiting for the cable guy if he gives you a tighter window then never shows but there is a guarantee that he’s coming. Anyways, nobody wants to hear me whine about how hard things are, you just want to hear about the meat!

What you’re gazing at in these two photos is the latest Chef and Tugboat adventure. There are one hundred sausage rounds, a critical element in the breakfast samidge. There are one hundred pogos that will be split between the two of us. Luckily they came in two separate boxes. The last item, a pure impulse purchase, is four kilograms of chicken balls. I didn’t order any red sauce for them so mistakes have already been made. I’m not sure what the plan is there, I saw them, I thought it would be awesome so I bought them. They came in four individual sacks. I’m hoping that they taste good baked because I don’t have the deep fryer to make them a dream. Maybe I’ll give a bag to my parents to have in their air fryer when I see them in August. Lots of unknowns remain on the chicken balls. That was one of the big excitements of the day. Another thing that happened was my discovery when I went to water the plants of a terrible crime.

You can see the remaining leaf towards the top of the photo. The rabbit has gone too far this time. I had two morning glory plants nicely started and I was limping them through the heat and I come out to find the carcass of one of them. No wonder nothing has come of the lavender I started out there. That little jerk has gone too far. Now I’m going to have to start again in the middle of the summer and I’m going to have to do it on a table or something barbaric of that nature. I was genuinely crushed to see this. I’ve had immense struggles getting lavender to go over the last four years.

The other exciting thing that happened was rain. Finally after a few weeks of scorching hot weather and not a drop of moisture we had a nice solid downpour for about twenty minutes. It was very heavy, I don’t know how much fell because my rain gauge is crap but it was enough that the grass started to look better a few hours later, seems impossible to me but it’s true. I think there might have been a second bout while I was out too. I had to bring the pogos over to the Chef. He was home early from his own frustrating day at work, he actually goes to the office one in three weeks now. I drove through a massive downpour about halfway between our homes. I slowed down, turned my headlights on and jacked the wipers. Not the hazard lights, the headlights, which turn the taillights on to make me constantly visible, not intermittently. I gave him his prize when I arrived, after struggling to find a parking spot, and we chatted for a few minutes from a distance. I popped in to his home after sanitizing to see his progress on the new walls while he sipped wine in the porch. I have to admit, it looks really good. He’s about to start painting and then I think it’s going to look great. I turned tail and headed home with a free bottle of sanitizer he pushed me to take and promptly sat in traffic for the amount of time it should have taken to make the trip. There was a bad accident resulting no doubt from that downpour I traversed on the way across. I wasn’t missing much so I patiently waited it out before arriving home to read myself to sleep for an early bedtime.