I got home from work at about 4:15. A few moments later, I noticed that the freezer door was ajar. I know I didn’t get anything out of the freezer this morning, and can only assume my husband did. If it had been open all night, one of us would’ve noticed; plus, the stuff wasn’t as “melty” as I would think it would have been had the door been open overnight. Anyway, here’s the question. We have several items from Omaha Steaks that specifically say, “keep frozen,” cooked turkey that has been frozen and various other items. Nothing defrosted even close to completely, based on the fact that my popsicles were still in their original shape (except for the very tip, which was flattened.) Is all of my food ok? Thanks!
Probably everyhing is perfectly fine. I don’t wish to be an alarmist, but do you know for certain that there are no unauthorized personnel in the house?
Yes, thanks! We live in an apartment on the 2nd floor and aa ;f a5yt
Oh my god, is someone attacking you right now? Please hit a key and a <CR> and I will come over to your house and help!
Nah, it was just the parakeet messing with my head. Anyway, I’m hoping the food is safe to eat.
Thank god for that. It would’ve been hell expensive to get to Southern Illinois, and by the time I got there, you probably would’ve been dead. Maybe by a parakeet pecking you to death.
Yeah, if everything’s basically still frozen (“not completely defrosted” counts as “still frozen” because it still has ice crystals in it, as anyone who’s ever tried to use frozen thawed veg in pasta salad can attest), then everything’s fine. This means that overall temperatures in the freezer never got high enough to melt all the ice, let alone encourage bacterial growth.
If the popsicles weren’t even close to being little puddles of neon-colored sticky dye on the freezer floor, you’re fine.
Food items that instruct you, direly, “Keep Frozen!!” generally say that because if you let them thaw and then refreeze them, they lose texture, and then you the Consumer are ticked, because after you got it cooked, it was nasty, so you vow never to buy that brand again, and it’s not the manufacturer’s fault, it’s your fault for letting them thaw and refreezing them. So the Mfr. instructs you, direly, to keep the damn things frozen, wouldja.
ETA: If you find out who left the door open, slap him, because otherwise you’d be spending the evening cleaning little puddles of neon-colored sticky dye off the freezer floor.
Or he would. 
It’s the thought that counts, though…and imagine the story you could tell!
Darryl: It’s the thought that counts, though…and imagine the story you could tell!
Thanks, DDG! I feel a lot better, now…and my husband and I won’t have to get into a pointless argument about who left the door open.