Yes, we had a tiny refrigerator we carted around the country and plugged in when electricity was available. Of course we did.
I made Swiss cheese, pepperoncini, and sweet potato quesadillas.
And they were amazing.
They were so good that we bought the ingredients and made them -- willingly! -- again. Million dollar idea, right there.
Flash forward to, well, yesterday, when we had nothing in the Frigidaire -- as Denise's Grandma Trudel called the icebox -- but I did have a bag of broccoli florets in the freezer that you can be sure had been used as an ice pack. And grated cheddar. And veggie burgers. Because, always always veggie burgers in the freezer.
I cooked the VBs, chopped them up, mixed them with the broccoli and cheese and red onion and . . .
They were preceded, of course, by an appetizer of every other thing we had in the Frigidaire spooned out into tiny little dishes . . .
And that was preceded earlier in the weekend by a Valentine's Night movie date with some of my favorite Galentines . . .
Right. I need to go to the grocery store.