So I came home from work and really, all I wanted was a drink. Just a small iced beverage. So as I opened the outside freezer to retrieve the ice, I noticed something wrong. The frozen water bottles weren’t frozen. The roast wasn’t iced over. The boneless chicken breasts were soft and the bag of frozen mangos was bloated, ready to explode.
The freezer coils were iced over so badly that they weren’t working properly. My husband and I proceeded to toss out the bad, refrigerate the defrosted, and rearrange the inside freezer to accommodate that which was still frozen. The turkey wouldn’t fit anywhere, so got put into a ice chest with ice and ice packs. As my husband dragged the freezer out to the driveway for defrosting, I was shoving ruined chicken avoglemeno down the disposal in dismay. But wait…there’s more. The drain decided at that exact moment to become plugged. Churned chicken water came bubbling up from the disposal side, mucky liquid spewed from the overflow valve, and the big sink began filling up. Like they say, when it rains it pours.
So I switched places with my husband, wielding a hose and spraying down the icy interior of the freezer, while he got the pipe wrench and appropriate tools to allow the drain to function properly. After what seemed like a lifetime, success was achieved on both levels. My son returned from work and moved the freezer back into place, drain pipes were reinstalled, sinks were cleaned, and…finally, I got that icy cold drink. Needless to say, I added some alcohol to the beverage!
Of course, I was left with what to do with the defrosted items. Being tired, and after 8pm, I dragged out the crock pot, threw in the roast, and a large jar of tomatillo salsa and let the puppy run all night. I woke up this morning, shredded the beef, and tomorrow I am making enchiladas. Now, I literally threw the meat in, disgusted as I was, and I really didn’t add anything but a jar of the green salsa. How easy was that? A can of olives, some Mexican or sharp cheddar cheese, tortillas, and I will have enough enchiladas to feed 10. Good thing, too, as my brother and his family are coming to town and we are spending the weekend cleaning out my dad’s house in preparation for putting it on the market, a real task.