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July 22, 2012
I know this doesn't sound very masculine, but I've always been awkward with huge chunks of meat. I left a pound of it on the counter for a few hours, before Googling the proper ways to defrost it. My head was in a whirl, looking through numerous bulletin boards where most people argued against it. That's when the power went out for a couple hours. I threw the meat back in the fridge. Later, I took it out, hungry, unsure--kneading it and noticing that it was still cold and hard below the surface. But it's done. I made spaghetti.