We came home from a day in the big city
Wednesday dragging our feet, worn out from shuttling between web
clients and my family. All I wanted was an easy, fast supper,
which generally equates to pesto pasta with veggies and a fried egg on
the side.
Imagine my dismay to open up the freezer and discover it
was...frozen. The gasket on our secondhand freezer has never been
the best, and water does slip in now and then, but somehow in the most
recent deluge gallons of water made its way into the body of the
freezer. A solid third of the produce was suspended in a block of
ice. All of the tomatoes, corn, and --- yup, you got it ---
pesto, was locked away out of reach.
I have to admit that I
dissolved into a little mass of cold, hungry, overwrought agony.
(Going to town will do this to me --- the primary reason I stay in the
woods as much as possible.) I chipped away at the ice floe with
hammer and screw driver, only succeeding in moving things around enough
that I couldn't get the lid closed. By the time I'd chipped away
enough to be able to close the lid, I knew there was no way we were
having pesto for supper.
We didn't starve. I found a box of mac and cheese at the back of
a shelf and fixed it along with green beans (which were luckily at the
unfrozen end of the freezer.) Then I threw a tarp over the big
freezer so that the problem won't get any worse, but there's no way I'm
going to try to disinter the food from the ice in this weather.
(It was 0.5 F when I woke up this morning!) On the next sunny
day, I hope to be able to solve my freezer problem. But for now
--- the freezer is frozen.