Last week or so I remember thinking, “You know, I really could stand to clean out the fridge and wipe it down before my mom comes for a visit later this month. But I don’t want to.” Well, this past week our fridge made it pretty clear that it would need to be defrosted–or else. It was positively balmy in the fridge part and the freezer had a solid sheet of ice all the way around. So Sydney and I spent most of last night hauling food out of the fridge, ramming knives up the wall of the fridge to knock out ice chunks, and using my hairdryer to melt it all out of there. Now our fridge is clean, tidy, and much cleaned-out (we’re good about keeping our fridge cleaned out, since it’s so very small, but there were a couple of items that needed to be thrown out). But oh my. I think every towel in the house was soaked in the defrosting process. I guess I’m ready for you now, Mom!
Erin
Alan Schmierer