At 7:00 this morning, I attempted to finish packing my lunch by including a bag of baby carrots. (To complement my homemade hummus and fulfill a self-imposed vegetable quota, of course.) Between shoveling bites of breakfast in my mouth, I searched every nook, cranny, and drawer of the refrigerator for the elusive vegetable. No luck. I knew I hadn’t used all the carrots in last night’s fried rice supper, so they had to be somewhere.
Imagine my surprise and annoyance when I realized I had absentmindedly stashed the carrots in the freezer.
One T ride, historiography class, and five and a half hours later, they’re still frozen. I’m up at Tufts all day, so maybe they’ll thaw by dinner tonight!