There’s a first time for a lot of things. Don’t try this at home without a strong
constitution.
The freezer had gradually filled with ice. Some of it had overshot the ice bin that languished
so conveniently underneath the icemaker.
Some of it had loaded like a coal pile behind the ice bin. That always starts when one small piece of
ice finds that area and proliferates. Some of it had simply overflowed. Time to clean it up.
I took out the food that was buried underneath the avalanche. There before me lay about 2,500 cubes of
ice. The problem was how to get them
out. I could scoop them into a pan with
my bare hands. I couldn’t even estimate
how long that would take or how many ice cubes would end up on the floor. What did I have in the house that would
work? Eureka! A DUST PAN.
I fished the dust pan from behind the washing machine and
said, “I’m not putting this thing in my freezer.” But it did make sense. It would take less time and fewer cusswords to
use that dustpan instead of my fingers.
I scrubbed it with dish detergent and sprayed it with Fantastic until I
knew it was sparkling clean, but my mind still registered “filthy!”
It only took four
scoops to completely clear the freezer of ice.
But I’ll probably wash every package of frozen food I take out of there
from now on.
