Today, Scott asked me to take out a few of the redfish filets so we could grill them.
My first clue should have been the liquid on the garage floor, but my mind discounted it as runoff from one of the cars.
Then I lifted the lid and about passed out.
At some point, and it certainly seems like it was several days back, the braker got tripped. Maybe there was a surge during a storm or something, who knows. Anyway, it got tripped and it's on one of those outlets that you push to reset. The freezer has been off, out in the hot Texas garage, for many days. It was hardly even cool in there anymore, even though it had never been opened. All of the seafood had thawed and rotted.
Pounds and pounds of seafood and fixins just gone. :(
And now I don't get redfish and veggies grilled out tomorrow. (Oh, Scott's trip got cancelled at the last minute today so he's home for at least one day. YAY!)