Coming in from the grocery store (and in a hurry, of course), I quickly grabbed the bag of meats to throw in the freezer and was greeted with a gush of water off the freezer lid and all the ice from the sides in large chunks inside the box. Our freezer had died, and foods were in sundry states of meltdown. Thankfully my mother-in-law had just enough room in her larger freezer, so I loaded up every laundry basket I had and hauled everything not melted to her house. The semi-melted food piled up the refrigerator (looks like we'll be eating vegetable soup this week!) and three poor little bags didn't make it. They probably needed to be thrown out anyway, but the other was a bag of bread rolls from my month-long experiment with friendship bread starter. Let's just say the chickens will be nicely fed tomorrow.
Meanwhile, we've got some decisions to make about a replacement freezer. Do we upgrade, downsize, or revolutionize? More to come.
Meanwhile, we've got some decisions to make about a replacement freezer. Do we upgrade, downsize, or revolutionize? More to come.
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