Zeke has a lot of trouble with his car, so I’m not going to worry. I don’t think I’m feeling well enough to go, anyway.
It sounds like you still don’t have any sandwich meat! I did that with a large beef roast in Germany, once. We came back from the commissary, and unloaded the groceries, and a day or two later, I was looking for the meat, to no avail.
A day or two after that, I was going to go in to the Kassern and smelled something awful. It took quite a search. That hugh roast had been packed on the top of the bag (paper bags) and had fallen into the wheel well in the trunk when I turned a corner.
Yah. I know what that’s like...
I went to Missouri with Dad once, and when we got there, we found a fuse had blown and the freezer full of deer meat shut off. Dad had to bury it all.
Our meat was in sealed packages, at least, and no doubt full of preservatives. We have some salami, but I don’t like that. I’ll go to Walmart tomorrow and make sure I check the back of the van after the kids tell me they brought everything in.