Sooooo when he does something stupid my violent reaction is totally justified, right? Because he must be doing it on purpose. To torture me. Clearly.
So I go hunting in the freezer for dinner - defrost a corpse for the tasty nummy meat within. I worry a little because Beloved packed the freezer and his labels require... creative interpretations at times. But no, every label looks right, everything looks fine until... I find the MINCE.
Yes, lean beef MINCE. He has happily labelled it, correctly and clearly.
All 5lbs of it.
In one bag.
ONE bag.
So, I have 2 questions I need people to answer for me.
1) Exactly what, in the name of all that is holy, am I supposed to do with many many meals worth of meat frozen into one huge lump?
2) Would I be justified in heaving the giant mass of meat at his head?
