I Am The Proverbial Ant

I was very industrious today, and cooked over five pounds of chicken breasts for future consumption. Over the weekend I was reading reviews, trying to decide which make-ahead freezer cookbook to buy when I found a site about freezer cooking.

I put off the whole cookbook idea, since the site had lots of sensible advice about what is useful to freeze and what is not, and a few recipes of its own.

The most important thing I learned was that cooked meat freezes well and is very useful, and thaws quickly when frozen in small pieces.

Since I already know how to prepare lots of meals that T, W, and I like from already-cooked meat (I am one of those people that can use leftovers for four days without repeating a meal), the thought of using frozen cooked meat instead of just refrigerated cooked meat (leftovers) was an easy conceptual leap to make.

So I pounded out, seasoned, and grilled a giant family pack of chicken breasts. I let them cool, then diced them, weighed them, and packaged them in 1/2 lb bags, and put them all in the freezer. I did this during the 2nd hour of W's nap, and I'm glad that I took the time to do this. It will save a lot of time in the future, after b2 arrives and I won't feel like standing on my feet doing all that cooking. While I was a little bit extra-tired this afternoon after all that prep work, I felt good because for once I was the good ant planning ahead instead of the lazy grasshopper goofing off all summer. I told this to T and he had no idea what I was talking about. I told him it was a fable, the ant and the grasshopper, but he didn't recall it. Sigh. I'll make sure W knows his fables.