I'm not going to criticize her for that.
Anyway, I asked her to take them out and thaw them, which
she did. Well, almost. They had frozen solid, so she took them out of the
freezer bag and had them thawing in front of the fan (by the way, FYI, that
technique works very well).
I had found a marinade recipe based on balsamic vinegar and
garlic, so I mixed up a batch and wanted to soak the meat, which was still
frozen together solid and required a short stint in the microwave so I could
separate them.
There was a recently used gallon Zip-Lok bag on the counter
that I could use to marinate the chops, and I asked the wife a simple question
that called for a very simple answer. The question: "What was in this
bag?" The simple answer: "The lamb." Two words. That's all it would
have taken.
Her actual answer involved telling me to "Turn the bag
over and read what she had written on it. See? It says there in plain writing
what's in it. Instead of asking what, why don't you just look on the other side
and you can see what I wrote." (Or something to that effect.)
I made the mistake of replying to her, saying all she had to
say was "the lamb." Oh my Lord, that unleashed another
four-dozen-plus words essentially going over the same thing. So I did what any
husband would do. I let her talk herself out before telling her she wasted a
lot of breath and was making me light-headed.
Big, BIG mistake. It rewound her monologue. My ears were
ringing, but this time, I just kept my mouth shut and proceeded to marinate the
meat in that accursed plastic bag while she talked herself out. In retrospect,
I should have just taken out a new Zip-Lok right from the start and not try to
reuse the old one.
When will I ever learn to just swallow it and keep my mouth
shut?
But at least, the lamb chops turned out great.
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