Sorted!

[I find that Americans don't use "Sorted!" in the way that we Brits do these days: but nevertheless. The subject line may be taken literally, for all of me.]

I have been promising myself for a long time now that I really would make a list of everything that was in the freezer, and keep it on Evernote, so that I'd always know what I had.

Well, now I have. Or at least I half-have. I do now have two freezers; and I have initiated the original plan with an appendix, viz that all the cooked frozen foods are now to be found in the freezer above the fridge, while all the raw ingredients are to be found in the chesty part of the standalone freezer (and all the breads and butters in the drawer beneath*).

I haven't yet listed or organised the raw ingredients, but in my fridge freezer I have:

Stocks:

Duck
Herby pork
Pork
Chicken
Turkey
Goose
Beef


Beef stew
Ground lamb curry
Lamb curry
Chinese pork
Lamb artichoke stew
Beef bean chilli
Pulled pork
Moroccan pork & chickpea
Lamb kofta mix
Chicken kofta
Beef pot roast
Beef coconut curry
Chicken curry
Beef chickpea curry
Turkey curry
Mild chilli
Meat sauce
Asparagus puree
Shrimp curry sauce
Bean veg soup
Unknown x 4
Dumpling wrappers
Filo pastry
Breadcrumbs

So, that'd keep us fed a while in any emergency that didn't involve the electricity going off.

Question of the day, though: what do I do with the unknowns? They are four separate containers with no labels and I have absolutely not a clue what is inside any of them. My inclination is to defrost them one by one and make an eat-or-chuck decision on the spur of the impulse, but...

(The other question of the day, of course, is "Karen, what do you want for dinner?" I was going to share my Evernote note with her, but apparently you can't do that within the system with individual notes, only separate notebooks...)

*I was hoping to keep the ice cream also in the drawer beneath, but it's not cold enough; it'll keep ice frozen, but not ice cream. Is that weird, or only-to-be-expected-you-dolt-Brenchley-because-science?

Well holy cow I was not expecting that

I just spent an hour making a spicier apricot chutney for my own amusement, with the last of the apricots. I boiled it up and heated my jars in the oven, and was merrily filling the jars with a ladle and admiring how it hissed and bubbled against the glass - and there were suspicious cracking sounds, and a slumping of order into chaos, and both jars just came apart.

Fortunately they were in a deep oven dish, so the deluge of chutney had nowhere to go, but - well. I guess you can overheat jars?

And now of course the chutney alas has nowhere to go but the bin, because shards of glass. Internet, I am distress.

Further appalling news from Chez Brenchley

I can't use my wok, on the two surviving rear burners; there simply isn't room.

Let me say that again. I CAN'T USE MY WOK.

A week without wokking; a wokless week, before the nice-but-slow men come back to fix things.

People should probably check in on Karen, every now and then. I may prove unlivable-with.