Before we ever left for Vancouver we ran into a little freezer snafu. I had been gradually cooking up dinners and freezing them in large zip loc bags to pack for the trip. We planned to feast on sloppy joe's, turkey (that was the only meal not frozen), chicken cacciatore, and leftover mostaccioli from Eddie's grad party that had been in the freezer since June. I also whipped up enough additional servings to feed the male family members who would be home for a few days before flying out to join us.
One night while I was making dinner, I noticed water dripping out of the freezer every time I opened it. As with most debacles, I blamed Tank. (group moan: 'oh, poor Tank'). I suspected that when he returned from landscaping in the heat he emptied his cooler, rinsed his freezer packs in the sink, and then stuck them in the freezer.
Me: 'Tank your freezer packs are still dripping with water. Next time dry them off.'
Tank: 'Sure' - he responds this way for most things just to get me to stop talking to him. Yes, you are right to assume that this can be very irritating. Silly me. Once he paid attention to what I suspected him of, he was like 'I didn't rinse my freezer packs off.'
After dinner, I got out ice cream. It was Lad's 21st birthday and the kids were eating cake, but I celebrate with ice cream. The spoon plunged deep into the ice cream way too easily. Oh shit.
Our freezer was defrosting. My to-do list was lengthy so I was frustrated that I now had to clear out the freezer in a hurry. I tossed some stuff. I set stuff that didn't have to stay frozen aside like Nestles chocolate chip morsels. I loaded laundry baskets with food and ran down to the basement to see what I could fit in that freezer. The answer: not much!