Before I left for work on Friday, I went to the kitchen and found a pool of water covering the floor. I opened the freezer only to find all of the contents defrosted. Something must have caused the freezer to lose its cooling ability. I assumed that somehow the oor had been left ajar. I was already running late and couldn’t spend the time to clean up. So I shut the door firmly and went to work. When I got to the station I called home and told dad about what happened, and asked him to clean up the puddle. I was hoping it was just a temporary thing and that shutting the door firmly would cause it to cool down again. At the same time I was afraid of playing that dangerous game of “is it safe” with all of the freezer contents. I don’t think anyone was in a mood to throw absolutely everything out, and since the melt was only a few hours old I was hoping for the best. I mean, that night I had a ladle of melted ice cream goop, and I didn’t get sick from that, so I didn’t think much of it. I
This morning, when I went down to the freezer, I opened it up and saw another pool of water. It had a lot of mixed in liquids from various things that had thawed out. So, the freezer didn’t refreeze. By that time everything was thoroughly melted. Ooh crap. I called mom downstairs and we examined the damage. We decided that it would be best to start cleaning the contents out and tossing most of it. Man, that was a completely unpleasant task. I mean, it’s just disheartening to see so much food go to waste. Our compost bin was filled up pretty quickly. There were some items that we knew were bound to be all right. So, we cooked them up and tried to eat them for breakfast. I cooked a heck of a lot of hot dogs and breakfast sausage. I also did a whole package of hash browns. Oh man, so much food–there was no desire to even attempt to finish it all. So sad.
At some point my mom went to fetch something from the fridge and she noticed that it too was feeling particularly warm. She told me about it, so I started pawing around the fridge in order to find some cool spots, but no–there were none. So, apparently the whole fridge broke down and it was only then that we realized it. Oh man. So, we had to double our efforts to clean things up and transfer essentials to the fridge in the basement. I guess this was a good opportunity to get rid of leftovers that have long overstayed their welcome. I spent a large amount of time at the sink just cleaning out storage containers. It was ridiculous.
About four hours after we started this operation, we got to a point where we just couldn’t do anymore. The kitchen’s in a bit of a sorry state right now. We’re going to call in a repairman on Monday. Hopefully we’ll have a working fridge very soon.
Having had to do what was done, it really makes me pause to think about just how much I’m consuming. Are we buying too much? If we were more sensible about our purchases, would we have thrown out so much? I mean, some of the stuff we chucked has been sitting there for ages. I’m sure the stuff was originally purchased with the best intentions, but it was all eventually forgotten. At the same time, having a fridge means that this shouldn’t be an issue under normal circumstances. Once we get things going, I’m sure we’re going to change our spending habits. However, I’m unconvinced that the changes will be long-lasting. I recognize though that it’s not a commentary on whether we’re greedy or incorrigible. It’s just that…this is the nature of the society we’re in, isn’t it? We’re all about convenience. And I think that having a stocked fridge is just part of living at this level in society.
Aww, but anyway.
Cleaning everything out isn’t the greatest feeling in the world, but at least it’s a chance to start over.
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