Happy National Cheeseburger Day!
In honor of the holiday, Matt and I planned to have some delicious burgers on the grill. Unfortunately, when we I unwrapped the patties, which had been in the freeze for a few weeks, they looked like this:
Now, the jury is still out on whether or not these were actually bad. They didn’t smell bad, and most times, I will eat pretty much anything as long as it doesn’t smell horrible. Not surprisingly, Matt has other, much higher standards. Prince Englehardt won’t eat anything that isn’t right out of the package. This includes day old left overs or anything that has been put in the freezer. The Princess had her issues with a pea. This Prince has his “old” food.
Needless to say the slight grey edges of the meat were just too much for him. I will say, one time Matt got horrible food poisoning after eating a meal I looked for him (we think it was from ground beef). For a few hours, I was slightly concerned that I might have killed my husband. So… I can understand his sensitivity.
Thankfully, I went to the grocery store on Monday and stocked up on some frozen dinners (the one thing besides ice cream that Matt will eat that comes out of the freezer) so now we have having this:
Not quite the National Cheeseburger celebration I had hoped for. We’ll just think of this as a dry run for National Frozen Food Day (I think it falls right after “National Bad Housewife Day”).