SCORE!
Pillsbury crescent dough was on sale and I had a coupon as well.
DOUBLE SCORE!
As a non-career minded woman who just happens to work full time, Pillsbury crescent dough comes in handy for those times when I need to fix something quick and easy. My mouth was watering over the prospect of baked brie, wienie wraps or maybe an appetizer pizza. I couldn't just take a handful. I had to get a dozen. I mean, I figured you can't have enough... and they stay good for awhile, right? Not really.
It wasn't until I got home that I noticed the expiration date. There was a very good reason why they were marked down. I already get in trouble for things lingering in my refrigerator long after their due date has passed. I live with the expiration date inspector. It's nothing to hear my son holler from behind the open door of the refrigerator, "Mom, this ketchup expired two days ago." He's a kid. 2 days = 2 days. I'm an adult. 2 days = 2 months. My typical argument that expiration dates are for the store really doesn't fly with him. Doesn't fly with me either--but that's the excuse I use to save a bit of face.
OK, so I bought a dozen tubes of crescent dough that I really didn't want to expire in my fridge. In a moment of sheer genius, I decided that I could stick them in the freezer for later use. Now, I was told to never keep food that you want to preserve in the freezer inside the door--place it deep into freezer until fully froze. Carefully, I rearranged the items around my freezer to accommodate a dozen tubes of crescent dough. I managed to fit all of them where my ice trays used to sit. I figured it would be a grand time to soak the ice trays in a bit of vinegar anyway. (Note: I had no baking soda in my sink....) 2 birds, 1 stone--or so I thought.
I've said this a thousand times--but there are warnings on packages for a reason. The packaging on the tube clearly said, "DO NOT FREEZE". I just happened not to read it. I mean, seriously... the mascot is a dough boy, what harm can a tube of crescent dough do? Evidently, I have not watched the movie "Ghostbusters" nearly enough.
It wasn't long into the freezing process that I was standing next to the fridge, pouring myself a cup of coffee when I heard a muffled explosion. Startled me so bad, I nearly dropped my cup of coffee. For the life of me, I couldn't tell where it came from or what it was. After a spell, I went about my business. Then came another explosion... then another... then another... then another. When it finally dawned on me what had just transpired in my freezer, I about gave birth to kittens.
The tubes exploded open. All of them.
My son saw what transpired--threw an incredulous look at me and shook his head pitifully. "Mom, your own your own..."
It's not just chutney I'm taking for Thanksgiving. I'll have the corner market on stale crescent rolls come Thursday.
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Susan, Susan, Susan.....truth is FUNNIER than fiction! I thought I was the only one that did wild n' crazy things like that. Poor Dale has been on the recieving end of numerous kitchen comedies.
ReplyDeleteYou are a wonderful writer and I think you need to put your stories into a book too. Thank you again for letting me start my day with a laugh at your expense but it's just that I can see so much of my life in yours!