Saturday, August 1, 2015

Fiddlestix Farms in Maine?

It's vacation time again.  Not a trip...that is with kids.  A vacation....that is just the two of us.

As much as I love seeing a new part of the country and I love cooking just for two, I HATE going to the grocery store for the week's worth of food when everything darn thing I buy is growing in my garden at home.

Up until now I've just "taken it for the team" and paid few hundred dollars to buy what would cost me exactly NOTHING at home.

Not this year, baby.  This is MY year.  We are headed to Atlanta for a two day medical conference and flying from there to Bangor. Maine to spend a week in a place we've always wanted to go.  

I decided on Thursday morning that I was "all in" for packing my own food.  We were scheduled to fly Thursday late afternoon.  I went to a local ice manufacturer and bought two shipping coolers with dry ice and shipping boxes.  I went to my farm, picked everything I planned to cook next week, brought it home, washed it and packed it very strategically in coolers.  One of frozen food, one of chilled produce.  

Joel is such a willing partner.  I just got a, "Let me get this right.  We're packing two coolers and paying the baggage fee to ship them to Maine so we don't have to buy the food there?  It's now 4:00 and we fly at 5:30 and we're still standing in the kitchen."

"Yep."  

Halfway to the airport I get to say, "Hey, just had a thought.....this is a multi-city trip.  Any idea what baggage fees are on Delta?  Suppose we'll have to pay TWICE to get these coolers to Maine?  Once in Omaha and once in Atlanta?  Because if that's the case.....probably cheaper to just buy the food in Maine."

Yeah, that was ON THE WAY to the airport.  Sometimes I don't even know why he stays married to me. 

Well, a little smooth talking at the Delta desk and here is the picture of the attendant sending our bags to Atlanta and our food directly to Maine ($30/cooler), where it will (hopefully) be waiting in the baggage office when we arrive.
We get the question, "Is there dry ice in these?"
"Yes"
"How many pounds?"
"How many pounds is allowed?"
"Five"
"Perfect...there's five"

Oh yeah...who's the smart one now??

Actually...don't answer that.  We haven't landed yet, soooooo we could find rotten food, no food at all or confiscated coolers for having too much dry ice...possibly.



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