Frozen Meatballs: It's not what's for dinner
Big E started screaming. I picked him up and tried to comfort him. Bad frozen meat balls! I had two screaming kids. Ugh. In the meantime, the poodle was there to lick the frozen meat. She is good for nothing. I put Big E down and told him not to move as I cleaned up all the pieces of tupperware.
Mr. Yoy was more upset that I had to throw out the meatballs than the fact that Big E was injured in the event.
Today, I am going to reorganize the freezer to avoid future food catastrophes.