Do you have a lame apartment with no air conditioning? Then you probably have a sad-ass, wheezy old refridgerator-freezer combo without automatic defrost, too, right? Then read on . . .
Last night the hubby decided that an ice cream sandwich would be just the thing in the 90-degree heat. (Not to mention the 80% humidity.) He went to get one from the freezer, and said, “Um, this thing is liquid. That’s not good.” And, shore 'nuff, the freezer had finally built up about six inches of ice on the ceiling, and was long overdue for defrosting.
All things considered, there are worse ways to spend a hot summer evening than standing in front of the freezer, up to your elbows in ice.
Now, I’m told that you don’t have to wait for your ice cream to turn to soup before you defrost the freezer. I have never experienced such a thing myself, but I’m told that you can defrost your freezer voluntarily, pretty much any time there’s a bunch of ice built up in there. So, hey, I recommend that you do it!
We chucked all the food into the cooler (except for an elderly tub of Cool Whip and two packages of unidentifiable meat products, which we threw out.) Using pans of warm water to loosen things up, we went to work with a hammer and a screwdriver. Or, rather, I should say that mostly he went to work, because as The Boy, my husband obviously was Main Head Überboss In Charge Of The Hammer.
In defrosting, there is The Hammerer, and there is the Ice-Monkey. The Hammerer gets to chip away at the ice using the hammer and a screwdriver as a chisel, which is fun and interesting. The Ice-Monkey gets to shuttle hands-full of icechips to the sink, which is boring. We did trade off a few times, but I noticed that if at any stage my chiseling technique was turning out to be particularly effective and efficent, suddenly it had to be his turn so he could do it his way, which inevitably was was stupid and not as good as my way. But there was nothing for me to do, since he was Main Head Überboss In Charge Of The Hammer.
Being The Physicist, though, I was allowed to make bossy pronouncements about the laws of thermodynamics, and was High Queen Of Warm Pans Of Water, which is not as exciting as being Hammerer, but more intellectually stimulating.
'Twas a fine, fine thing to stand, arm-in-arm, cool, refereshed, and truimphant before an empty, clean, dry freezer at the end of the evening. I highly recommend it.