The brainwashing done by packaged food manufacturers, that is.
I got up this morning and decided cardiac health is passe. So I opened a can of corned beef hash (mmmm…grease and salt!) and began frying it in a skillet. It reached that nice crispy stage. I pushed it to one side and broke in a couple of eggs, once again attempting over easy only to have them come out over mediumish.
My husband walked in, blearily rubbing sleepy dust from his eyes, and pours himself of bowl of cold cereal (heathen!) and opened the fridge to get the milk.
“What are you going to do with all this leftover corned beef and boiled potatoes your grandmother gave us?” he asks.
…
:smack:
WHY did I open a can of slop when I have perfectly good and homemade corned beef and potatoes sitting in the fridge? Because it never occured to my little brainwashed brain that the stuff in the can is corned beef and potatoes.
And it’s not like I had forgotten there was corned beef and potatoes in the fridge. In fact, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to get my guys to eat more of it. Grandma gave us 6 *pounds *of cooked corned beef brisket - of the 35 pounds that she made last Sunday (Grandma’s a leftover pusher.) There’s only so much corned beef three people can eat in a week without killing each other for the water pitcher. We ate it a few times early this week and have been avoiding it ever since. It lurks in our refrigerator, taunting me at dinnertime.
So I ate my canned slop and then spent a few minutes chopping up corned beef and boiled potatoes, then I scooped them into plastic bags and froze 'em.
Yay me! (If belatedly.)
I just wonder how many times I’ve done somthing similar and not known it.