So it just so happened that yesterday's temperature was in the mid-80s in the city, with little to no cooling off in the evening or night. It also so happens that our building runs the heat 24-7, regardless of what the temperature is outside. So, with those forces combined, K and I were cooking all evening long.
To combat the heat, on the way home from work I picked up our first two weapons to use in the night:
The creme brulee flavor is pretty delicious, if you can tolerate the enormously sugary swirl bites of what I guess is the brulee part of the creme brulee.
After the ice cream cooling wore off, we were still boiling, and it was time to go to bed. After multiple body shifts to get away from the "hot spots" on the bed that had become too body-heated, I decided enough was enough. I grabbed a couple things from the freezer that would keep us company until we had cooled off:
Klarissa put a bag of frozen veggies beside her so the cool air would radiate over to her. I was a little more aggressive and just threw the above Costco stir fry bag vegetable bag and 3-pack of little smokies right on my chest. Life was cool. Life was good.
Then I woke up at 5a.m. As I got out of bed, I thought I heard a little water hit the ground. "No biggie" I thought, "must be the water condensation that accumulated as the veggies and smokies dethawed on me. I put the smokies and veggies back in the freezer. Then I noticed my shirt was a little damp... "Geez, there was a lot of condensation runoff of those two bags!"
Then, I smelled the pork of the little smokies as I rested my head on my pillow again. I was so groggy that all I remember thinking was "I never knew the condensation on the outside of frozen bags would smell like what was in the bag." Then I was asleep.
Come morning and a little clearer thinking about my condensation train of thought earlier that morning, I decided to check the "sealed" smokies bag.
Sure enough, the what-once-was-a-3-pack that had become a 2-pack a few months ago when we ate a pack had come to find out been not-so-skillfully cut by yours truly:
You may notice a difference in the air-tightly sealed texture of the top smokie pouch vs. the texture of the bottom / closer to my face pouch.
Little Smokies bag: 1
Abe: 0
Words of wisdom: Don't use opened frozen packs of little smokies as makeshift cooling devices in the middle of the night. Unless you really love the smell of wet pork in the morning.
(Klarissa told me this was a horrible way to re-enter the blogging scene... obviously I disagreed)
The menu included all of my mother's secret recipes: handmade stuffing, creamed peas, yams, and pumpkin pie with fresh heavy whipping cream. 
24 more days until more overindulging, pumpkin pie, and leftovers (my favorite part of Thanksgiving).
