Defrosting Fridge
Monday, April 25, 2005
A mini iceberg the size of a cantaloupe has been forming at the corner of the fridge. So this morning in my semi groggy state, I shuffled my way to the kitchen to find all the items in the fridge on the table. Guess someone initiated the defrosting since lazy me would rather live with the iceberg taking up space on her side of the fridge than doing something about it.
I opened up the fridge to find that it's still running. Now, just now can defrosting happen if the interior is still cold? I flicked off the switch and grabbed the hair dryer from my room. Figured that by the time that damn ice melts, my dairy products would have all turned a funny colour.
Fork in one hand and the hair dryer in the other, I picked, poked and proded at the frozen mass. It is times like this that I am grateful for not being blessed with common sense, because it would have told me not to do that in case I toast the cooling mechanism or rip the wires.
A flatmate came out in time to help me hold the hair dryer. Bit by bit, half hour later and working till our fingers are numb, the job was done and the bits of ice chipped out were dumped in the sink for the world to see. Good riddance.
Now when I'm writing this, just realised that there is still the polar ice cap of a freezer which we'd forgotten all about... |
