Last month, Brother - who is way more trendy and healthy than we are - got us a free week of Blue Apron meals. For someone who doesn’t like to cook (me), and someone who doesn’t like to eat anything but pizza (Husband), it was a funny experiment. We like free but we don’t do well with scheduled meals or cooking those said scheduled meals. And, of course, the sneaky thing about Blue Apron is that they deliver on Friday. If you want to cancel, you have to cancel by Saturday, like 12 hours after you’ve just gotten the delivery. By that point, we’d not even tried a meal so a second week - NOT AT ALL FREE - week was racked up on my credit card.
Now, the meals, though way more complicated than a frozen pizza, were good. So what if the prep time was way WAY longer than the stuffing in face time. And, so what if I might possibly have ended up with hives from the various new and unusual spices my body had not experienced before? And, so what if every little spice and veggie thing came in separate packaging and our recycling is only taken once a month and one delivery of Blue Apron resulted in filling half a recycling can? I was able to take the little bottles and make them into shakers for the 1yr old and the little cups into paint dispensers. So what, because the best thing about Blue Apron was the massive ice packs the food came with. Now at first, they weren’t awesome. At first we were cussing their size and trying to jam them into already filled spaces in the freezer. But, let me tell you, those ice packs sure came in handy when I was walking down the driveway last Thursday and was t-boned by the dogs. Because t-boned by dogs equals one “very bad Trimalleolar fracture.” And guess what? Blue Apron ice packs are perfect for ankles that need to be kept cold and still while waiting for the swelling to go down so the surgeon can put in plates and screw in the dang ankle tomorrow to keep it from flapping off the end of ones foot. Are the ice packs worth the one free week and the one – not even close to free – week? Um…that would be a solid yup! Because a “very bad Trimalleolar fracture” hurts. Very f-ing badly. And it turns out that the very big ice bags are very good at numbing the cussing. And there has been a lot of cussing. A. Lot.
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Q.D
6/14/2016 11:30:52 pm
OMG! Dang dogs! You poor thing :( I will be thinking healing vibes from far away, even though we don't actually know each other in real life!
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ej
6/16/2016 05:29:21 am
Q.D. - I'll take all the healing thoughts I can get. The nerve block they put in my leg for the surgery is wearing off- albeit slowly. It's like when you put your leg to sleep by sitting on it, the pins and needles are just starting up but they're being beat by the itching at the surgery site. Good thing the cast is on or I might scratch that sucker raw. Husband has become my dealer and has hidden the Oxy in another room, only doleing out one pill at a time. I might have to go all dude from Misery on him...
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