Today’s the big day. The freezer is being delivered. It’s just a small chest freezer, but big enough to hold all the food a family of three could possibly need, plus the jumbo box of waffles, the family pack of Popsicles, and all the bread I’ve baked this week. I could probably get a small turkey in there too if I wanted.. and I’d still have room for 10 pounds of blueberries. Who could possibly need all those blueberries, you might ask? My excellent husband, the blueberry king. Every summer he brings home 10 pounds of blueberries from the market, with plans to make blueberry pie, blueberry muffins, blueberry coffee cake and fruit salads laced with blueberries. And every year in the following July, just before the new blueberry crop appears, he does. In a fit of blueberry mania, he takes the blueberries he’s been saving for the better part of a year, and finally uses them in a cornucopia of blueberry baked delights, just in time to fill my freezer up again. And again, and again. This has gone on for some time.
Finally, earlier this winter, something came over me. It happened shortly after we’d been watching an episode of The Middle, the show about a middle class family with eccentric kids and goofy parents. In this episode, the parents decided to take back their house from the kids. They made the kids pick up their kid clutter, clean their rooms, and stop hogging the TV, and for one episode their house looked like an ordinary middle-class home where the parents were in charge, instead of one taken over by teens.
Shortly after that I was trying in vain to fit groceries into our already bulging freezer, and it hit me. These blueberries were robbing me of my freezer space, and nobody was even eating them. “I’m taking back the freezer,” I shouted as I packed the blueberries into a large plastic bin and took them outside into the very cold wintry night, while my husband stood by in open-mouthed disbelief, watching his favorite fruit sent packing.
Fortunately for my excellent husband, this winter was especially cold and snowy, keeping his blueberries perfectly cryogenically preserved deep in the snow bank. Until today. Today he can go out into the snow, and rescue the blueberries, and bring them in to their new home, where they’ll sit until July. when the cycle begins anew. Maybe this year he’ll decide to bring home 20 pounds…