Cross Your Fingers Please

So . . . another Monday.

Kind of a weird weekend here.

Got a call from my mom Friday evening. She's been dealing with an intestinal blockage and has undergone a number of tests, over a number of weeks to determine what exactly it is.

On Friday, she'd been told it is a tumour and it may be cancerous. She's also been told there are some "spots" on her liver that are questionable. She was obviously devastated, as was the rest of the family as the news got out.

There's a biopsy scheduled for today.

Now, with three or so family members in the medical field (one doctor, two nurses), medical reports have been faxed all over North America and they've been studied. The overwhelming sentiment is that, yes, it's possible, but it's more on the unlikely side than the likely. Either way, we'll have to wait for today's test results.

So, this past weekend has been a bit of a bust. Hard to concentrate on anything for any length of time. Played a lot of Wii Mario Kart.

I had planned to rectify a mistake I made at Christmas, but never got around to it. Maybe today. It will be a frustrating, but relatively mindless task.

At Christmas, after cooking and serving what was perhaps the most perfect and juicy bird known to Christendom, I proactively and immediately dumped the the carcass into my huge stock pot, added some stuff and let it simmer over night.

The following day, having produced what is perhaps the most delicious turkey stock known to the Turkey Stock Exchange (TSE), I freezer-bagged said stock and placed it in the freezer, along with some leftover turkey, so that I might, at a later date, create the most delectable turkey soup since the Soup Nazi.

And then I realized I had made what is perhaps one of the most boneheaded miscalculations of the Christmas season. You see, the freezer rack gaps were not close enough together to adequate contain the bags of stock. In other words, they kinda sagged between the gaps and then froze, making them a permanent part of the freezer.

Not sure how to remedy this one. I see a few options:

1. Bend the metal racks and squeeze the stock bags out.

2. Heat the stock, somehow, and then squeeze the bags out.

3. Cut off the hangy down parts of the bag, remove stock and re-bag.

I'm kinda leaning toward option 3, with a dash of option 1 where it will work without permanently damaging the racks.

Anyway, that's where I'm at this Monday morning. Will let you know how everything turns out. Here's hoping for good news all around.