Wednesday, November 28, 2012
The Art of Homemaking: Freezer Meals
Can I tell you that I love freezer meals? I really do. They started out as a necessity for me during a rough time in my life but I have grown to love them. They really are a life saver. I don't know what it is about a freezer meal but I feel like such a better wife and mother when I know that I have something in the freezer that I can pull out on a whim and feed everyone in an hour or so.
(Now that's not saying that I don't call my husband and tell him to stop at Del Taco for 59 cent taco night......because I totally do. Just sayin')
But I really do love freezer meals.
Here's how they started around here. I had thyroid surgery, and then shortly after was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. And I fell apart. And cried. A lot.
And then I found out that I had to go off all thyroid medications and eat an iodine-free diet for 4 weeks so that I could have my radiation treatments. Which was another hurdle, because going off all thyroid meds meant slowing my body down to basically zero energy.
What in the world was I going to do? I was still a mom to two little kids (4 and 18 months at the time) and how in the world was I going to function and cook and keep track of two little ones. I honestly didn't know what to do.
But my mom and my sister came to my rescue. They researched iodine-free meals online and planned a day to cook and put 4 weeks worth of meals in the freezer so that my family could eat. I helped sort of (but laid on the couch a lot too) but I tell you---those freezer meals saved my family.
My husband could go back to work and I could muster enough energy in the afternoon to put a hot meal in the oven. It was heaven on a plate some nights (when I could eat).
I know I am being a bit dramatic here, but in some ways I still feel like those freezer meals are heaven on a plate. When I am so stressed out because I have a two-year-old that has climbed on the counter fifteen times, thrown a toy at a plate on the wall and shattered it, and peed in his underwear for the third time that day (a real day last week) I can pull out a freezer meal. And it is one less thing in a day of madness that I have to worry about.
And so I can clean up a shattered dish and yet still have a little time to eat dinner together as a family.
I am finding more and more in my life that the art of homemaking isn't the big things----it's the little things. And freezer meals---well, they are a little thing I can do.