...and rest.

[desperance]

Okay, that's two hours of my life I won't get back. I wish I could say that the ice wouldn't come back either, but alas: the fridge freezer is fifteen-and-some years old and was tolerably primitive even then. It is not what you might call frost-free even when cats don't leave its doors ajar; weirdly (well, I think this is weird) it's the fridge that builds up the particular burden of ice, in a sort of vertical glacier - or I suppose a half-stalagmite - down the back, from a point where some kind of condensation must occur. Down behind the vegetable-crispers it becomes inches thick. Is very odd. But I don't suppose it was intended still to be in use, after fifteen years; I should have been more aspirational.

Anyway. Lots of stuff has been chucked out, including icebergs; I have frostbitten fingers, to go with the bleeding and the burned ones; I have foodie adventures ahead of me, finding out quite what is in those containers.

[later] Also, I seem to have drifted away and forgotten to finish this. Damn. It was probably leading somewhere Hugely Significant, and the world will now diminish and go into the west and remain Terra, all for lack of my then-insight.

Comments

[elij_0650.livejournal.com]

A trick I found successful with freeze/fridge ice. Once the appliance is clear, wipe some vegetable/cooking oil lightly over teh inside. When next the ice returns it should chip off easily with a stiff plastic implement, making interesting iceberg formations. Saves you having to defrost & etc.

[desperance]

Ooh. Thank you! I'll try that...