I suffered a serious loss this week. My beloved, quite large, extra freezer died. It seems like just yesterday we were having a great time together. Why, only a few short weeks ago, I had stocked it with a bunch of Stouffer’s frozen dinners, pizzas, corn dogs, fries, ice cream, pot pies, White Castle burgers, and just in case you’re thinking I don’t eat healthy, a few bags of broccoli and green beans (but not too many). It was there when I bought the house, always there, large and beautiful, sitting in the laundry room, humming away. It gave me great comfort.
On Monday I went to retrieve some bacon and cookie dough from my old faithful pal, and OH NO! When I opened the freezer, everything was all melty and wet. The light was still working, so it wasn’t a circuit breaker. I spent the next half an hour putting soggy, wet, ruined food into trash bags and dragging them out to the trash can. *insert single tear rolling down cheek*
When I think back, it had been making some pathetic, funny noises, but I just kind of hoped it was nothing. That’ll teach me to ignore a cry for help. Now it’s dead, and gone forever. Well, not actually gone, it is just sitting there in the laundry room… large, empty, and haunting me, because now the only freezer I have is the teensy weensy one on top of my refrigerator. It has about the same amount of storage as a plastic cooler, and even less space for my own food, once I put the bowl of Kong and Tux toys stuffed with peanut butter and treats for the dogs inside. And we all know, those are an absolute necessity.
Why is it that now all I have is a teensy freezer? Funny you should ask. That’s because this summer when my refrigerator died, I decided that since it’s just lil’ ol’ me here, I would save money and buy a smaller fridge with a top freezer. I mean, after all, I had that HUGE freezer to store tons of food in!
Good idea in theory. Not so much in reality. It doesn’t help that I quickly developed a special hatred for that fridge. I was used to a side by side, and not having to stoop down to reach into the refrigerator. I kept hitting my head on the handle to that stupid minuscule freezer every time I stood up. I often still do. The dogs have started to think that “shit, ouch, dammit!” is just part of my ritual banter while working in the kitchen. It just adds insult to injury that it is now my ONLY freezer.
Come to think of it, maybe the big freezer hung on as long as it could, but died from a broken heart after the old fridge bit the dust… I think maybe I need to get out more.