I’ve mentioned it before: Project Ice Cream Space has been a long, ongoing process designed to clear enough space in our freezer to fit in some ice cream.
We’ve been separated from ice cream for so long we’ve practically become ice cream virgins. It’s indecent, that’s what.
And why was our freezer so full? Well, I’ll let you read here for that can of worms. It involves a very generous grandfather who lived through some tough, hungry times in his youth and therefore expresses his love by sending us pork loins, arm roasts, turkey breasts, ducks, myriads of cheddar bratwursts, and table-size tablets of chicken breasts.
We’ve been chipping away at the bounty slowly over the months, using dinner parties as an excuse to break out massive quantities of meat. We cleared out a pot roast for a church potluck.
We cleared out a massive pork loin with a group of friends. We slow cooked the turkey breast and shredded the leftovers into this soup.
Though the duck has yet to be dealt with, the space cleared was starting to get significant. History-altering. See the gap on the right?
Yes, the one next to the frozen bag of minced carrots and celery and the frozen pie crust?
Just the right size for a container of cookie dough frozen glory.
(I placed a black arrow in the above picture in case any of you are still half asleep and are having trouble following what’s happening. Aren’t I considerate?)
A number of weeks ago, we finally sealed our success with the purchase of this tub of ice cream:
I’d forgotten . . . I’d forgotten.
Heavens to Betsy.
What does that mean?? Who is Betsy, and why is Heaven ringing her up?
I’m having brain freeze, so I can no longer ponder that.
Over the weekend, this tub of Dulce de Leche made its way from the grocery store to our freezer. How it got there, I can’t quite remember. I claim no responsibility other than that of making the evidence disappear.
A sugar coma is imminent.
Yum! You’ve made me want ice cream for breakfast. Lately, we’ve had the opposite problem- not enough space for real food because of the ice cream maker bowl and boxes of popsicles. Though the popsicles are always easier to make disappear than an arm roast, I suspect.
I think I need an ice cream maker. Seriously. And yes, the arm roast was a beast to deal with . . .
I have three freezers and they all look like yours! 🙁 Guess you will need to keep eating ice cream to create more space. Blessings to you today, dear Jenna!
Jenna, have you no common sense? If you’d just thrown out the veggies immediately, you would have had room for ice cream! 🙂
*knocking forehead with palm* But of course!! =) Thanks for helping me see the light.
I feel your freezer pain Jenna. Our side by side is so stingy space wise that it takes weeks, if not months, of planning to get it to hold even a quart of creamy frozen goodness.
I know the feeling. We’ve been planning this freezer coup for about a year and a half.
Yum. I love me some ice cream. Delicious I say!
Be careful what you wish for! The Complete Package bought a Cuisinart ice cream maker a few years ago. After one summer of making ice cream every single week, he dubbed it “Christine” and stored it because he said it was evil. The ice cream he made was fabulous, especially once he found the recipe for Ben & Jerry’s sweet cream base, but the 20 pounds he gained that summer was not so fabulous. Maybe you could buy one with friends and “timeshare” it so you don’t all need rehab or a gym membership after 3 months.
Hah! An ice cream maker timeshare! That is simply BRILLIANT, my friend. =) Thanks for the word of warning.
Your freezer is identical to mine, but somehow my husband always makes room for his ice cream…LOL..like he needs it…
That roast looks amazing. Seriously delicious! Project ice cream sounds like a fun task, and I agree about the ice cream maker. I need one too. My waistline, however, disagrees. 😉 Your writing is hilarious. Love it!
Mmmm…..that roast looks fantastic! I love the title of this post….cracked me up!!
Thanks for stopping by my blog! Yours is awesome and such a fun read!
Dear humorous Jenna — thank you for allowing us a glimpse into the nooks and crannies of your life. You never cease to amaze me (or make me smile) with your amusing thoughts. 🙂
Must have ice-cream! Love that cookie dough!
Hmm, so how much would you hate me if I told you I have 8 half gallons of Blue Bell Ice cream in my deep freezer at all times?
Yeah, I’d hate me too. Or send me to Ice Cream Anonymous. “Hello, my name is Tonya and I am reallyreallyreally addicted to ice cream….” 🙂 Congrats on a mission well accomplished, victory tastes sweet, doesn’t it?! Now, where can I find me some dulche de leche ice cream? I think I have room for one more half gallon! Yum~
Well, first–I could never hate you even if you had 12000 gallons of ice cream in your possession. And second, if I had 4 gallons of ice cream somewhere, I don’t know how I would manage not to eat it all within a few days–so I’m actually grateful in a weird way that my freezer only fits a tiny amount. =) I love the idea of an ‘Ice Cream Anonymous’–hilarious.
ha your freezer looks like ours….always full. i get a complex if it’s not… 🙂
What is a ‘sugar comma’?? I suppose you mean the brief moment between eating two sweet things.
Woops! It was supposed to be ‘coma’!
Also, I’m looking to hire an editor (pro bono work, of course), and you seem perfect for the position. =)