I did such a stupid thing. Christmas eve, after a lovely skype with Colin and Cara, I headed out to the freezer to pull out the ham.
Now, I should have done this thing earlier, but it was going to be a bit of a job. There were now four vension (Tim's son gave us a big old doe he got for our 'hamburger deer'.) This was a last minute thing. Tim said, "We could do that ourselves..." and I said, "You need to take that out to be processed, Tim, because between home schooling and Christmas, I do not have the time to help you with another deer. (Let alone do the grinding required to turn it into hamburger)
After 23 years, he knows when not to push it. He took the deer out to be professionally cut up and ground.
But, as usual, I've gotten off topic.
We now have four deer in the freezer, which is not a problem, but it is a chest freezer, and Tim just sort of dropped the meat in there. It really would not have been a big deal. The venison from the previous year was gone, but he had buried the vegetables that I'd processed. At the end of every holiday season, I buy a couple turkeys and a couple hams when they are on sale. I put them away and use them through out the year. They, too, were buried under all that fresh venison.
I should have gotten that ham out early, but it was going to require some sorting out. I knew where it was. The freezer could use some organization. Long story short, when I got that reorganization done, I discovered that I had one turkey left, but NO HAM! 'Twas also the night before Christmas, and too late to thaw a turkey.
So we set off. We headed to our regular grocery store. They were sold out of ham. 'No problem,' we naively thought, and headed off to another grocery store. They were sold out of ham as well, although Tim did find stuffed wallet in a freezer of Jimmy Dean sausage on sale for $1.50 a pound. He pulled it out and was headed to customer service with it when he met up with the frantic owner who thanked him over and over and over again.
Buoyed with good wishes, we headed off to the third store, a high end grocery store that we rarely go to. They, too, were sold out of ham. Stores would be closing shortly, and we didn't have a lot of time to figure out what we were going to do. Tim said, cheerfully, "We'll just have turkey." I said, "Tim, we haven't got time to get one thawed." He looked a little gobsmacked. I wasn't exactly sure why he was just now figuring that out.
He began looking a beef roasts. I said, "Here's a nice one." He looked at the $140. price tag and nearly swallowed his tongue. He said, "Boy, I'm glad we have venison in the house."
There was one last store in our little town, a small operation, known for its meats, and we headed there with no real hope. Tim said, "If we don't find a ham, we'll just have to figure out something else."
We walked into the last store and what to our wondering eyes should appear but hams. Their pricing was higher than the other sold out stores, but the ham prices were a lot less jolting than the beef prices at the previous store, so Tim picked up that ham and we were mighty grateful.
We drove home in the rain, and I apologized again. That was a stupid mistake and if I had attempted to pull that ham out earlier, we would not have been in the time crunch. That procrastination had cost us money too.
We had a light supper while watching the news. We were especially interested in the weather, since a terrible storm was bearing down on us from the west. That heavy rain we'd been getting was supposed to change to snow about 8:00 and road conditions were supposed to get dicey. Depending on which weather report you subscribed to, we were supposed to get between 4 and 11 inches. The wind was supposed to pick up. The temperatures drop. The radio had talked of nothing but that all day. Now the television news was full of dire warnings.
At 8 PM, I found "It's a Wonderful Life" and settled in to watch it again. Tim was bored, because he doesn't get the attraction of watching a movie you've already seen, unless of course someone is being shot in it. He wandered off into the office.
I missed the part where George and Mary dance themselves off into the water. They interrupted to bring us a special report about the weather front moving in. It didn't arrive at 8, but it was on the way, and it was going to be bad. The movie resumed and was interrupted every 30 minutes thereafter to bring us an update about the weather moving in. I was getting grumpy. Tim was interested in the reports enough to come back out of the office and sit down on the couch. He didn't doze off this year because he wanted to catch those updates.
"THAT'S IT!" Nick yells. "Out you two pixies go! Through the door or out the window!" and Clarence and George land in the snow.
Tim said, "Have we seen this before?"
23 years, people.
By the time we got to George praying his prayers on the bridge, Tim was hooked.
At the end, I was wiping tears as if I'd never seen it before. Tim was saying, "This was a very nice movie," as if HE'D never seen it before.
We watched the 11 o'clock news. The lead story was that terrible storm moving in. It was slow moving, but it was going to be a baddy. They were now calling for it to move in about midnight.
When we woke up Christmas morning, the first thing we did was open the blinds to take a look at what had happened over night. It was shocking. The back yard and the vehicles were covered with a full half inch of snow.
Half inch? That sounds like what happens here with all the warnings of a Snowmaggedon coming. Then we get a flake or two. They can't predict the convergence zone very well here since we sit right on the Pacific Ocean with Canada up above us. I've never seen that film; perhaps it's time to do so! I'm glad you found a ham and it did make for an adventure and a great blog post.ReplyDelete
YOU HAVE NEVER WATCHED IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE??????ReplyDelete
O don't know if this is new to you, but Stuart McClean used to tell Dave stories on CBC Radio. This was a classic about cooking a CHristmas turkey. I don't know if you already have to know Dave to enjoy it fully or not.ReplyDelete
You do tell a good story, with suspense, about both the ham and the storm. Glad they both worked out in the end.ReplyDelete
I am glad that you got your ham in the end. Chest freezers can be the bane, can't they? Its like an archaeological dig at times!ReplyDelete
My husband and I always cry at the end of "It's a Wonderful Life".ReplyDelete
We have been having 30's at night and that is central Florida, cold for us. The farmers have started the pumps running to cover the veggies and strawberries with water so it will freeze and form a protection for the plants. If the ice freezes on the plants the temp will not go below the 32 degrees inside the plants when it gets colder. Crops are just starting to come on, strawberries are in the stores now so the farmers could lose their crops if they don't protect them on these cold nights.ReplyDelete
We awoke to a slight dusting of snow ourselves here in Middle Tennessee Christmas morning, a rarity around these parts, but amounted to nothing. We also soon learned of an explosion in downtown Nashville that would, of all things, knock out cell service and internet for a bunch of folks (ourselves included), as well as 911 lines, until late in the day the 26th. Apparently that was the intention. (Glad you found a ham).ReplyDelete
We watched that on the news, Bob, and we gave up a prayer for you and your family, although we could not have imagined that you would have all been in downtown Nashville in the wee hours of the morning.ReplyDelete
Ha! I guess it's better to overpredict the weather than underpredict it, right?ReplyDelete
So glad you got a ham!
Fortunately our ham was as we remembered in the bottom of the freezer. One of these days I want to upgrade to a standup freezer. I get so tired of digging through to the bottom layer to get whatever it is we want.ReplyDelete