The further adventures of Damsel and Crash ....
Okay, so I made Jill's butternut squash in the middle of the night (I blame
Jill for everything you're about to read). <G> This is my third time.
The first two batches were out of this world. This time, I used
supermarket, powdered black pepper. I absolutely couldn't eat it, because
the same measure of powdered pepper is much more dense than the more
coarsely ground stuff. I decided to freeze the whole batch in a 5-quart
ice cream bucket, and combine it with a fresh, unpeppered batch sometime in
the future.
Took the bucket downstairs, opened the freezer door, and WHAMM-O!
I don't know how long the freezer hasn't been working. It was half full of
bloated turkey, beef brisket (a big one), a couple huge slabs of wild
salmon, roasts, etc. I filled a few garbage bags with rotting animal
corpses and *ran* out to the trash barrel. In that short time, the smell
filled the whole house.
After dinner (I had to wait until after we ate), I gathered up some old
towels, soaked up the big puddle in the bottom of the freezer, and again,
*ran* it out to the trash barrel.
I don't have the stomach to go down and actually clean that thing right
now. I'm wondering if anyone can recommend an effective, but CHEAP way of
neutralizing the odor enough that I can crawl in there and clean the thing
out.
This smell actually made me cry. My eyes didn't water. I was actually
crying and wailing like I'd lost my best friend. Couldn't help it. Remind
me never to become a homicide detective or a coroner.
On a more positive note, we left the house earlier this evening to go to
the grocery store, and neither of us remembered to bring the keys.
Locksmith couldn't pick the lock, so he had to tear the doorknob off and
replace it.
Ya gotta laugh, or you'd go insane.
Thanks for any help,
Carol