Thoughts of a Fruitcake: When your freezer becomes an arctic vision – by Carolyn Aldis

Spalding Guardian columnist Carolyn Aldis.
Spalding Guardian columnist Carolyn Aldis.
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So, last week, I decided that the arctic vision that my freezer had become needed defrosting...the door wasn’t shutting properly and although we have an alarm that alerts us to the fact that the door is wide open, slightly ajar doesn’t seem to count.

When my daughter got an ice-cream out and didn’t quite shut it again, it stood silent, dripping icy water onto the floor, waiting for me to get my milk out of the fridge; I shrieked as my bare feet stepped into its offending fluid and yanked the door open, calling “Who left the freezer open?!”, while trying to push the drawers in as it emitted its warning alarm.

In the end, we managed to save most of the food, although there were still no takers for the curried trout…perhaps the dog might like it… Waste not, want not.

“NOW you tell me! A bit late now, isn’t it?”

After an initial assessment, everything still seemed frozen enough to close the door and wait for it to get back up to temperature.

Later on, we were watching a film and the freezer started to beep. My husband went to deal with it and came back in, saying he had sorted it out by pressing a button.

The next morning, I went to take some bread out of the freezer and was dismayed to see a sea of slush in place of the blocks of ice from the day before…I looked at the panel of buttons and realised my husband had switched it off.

Sighing, I emptied the freezer, irritation prickling at my throat and realised why I was annoyed; I can’t stand waste. It’s one of the reasons I struggle to lose weight. Honestly, it is.

I decide I’m going to only eat healthy food from tomorrow and so eat everything in the house that is bad for me so that I won’t be tempted the next day; this way I’m not “wasting it” by throwing it away. It makes sense in my head, but in reality, trying not to waste leads to me having a larger one…

Going out to a carvery always troubles me, watching the guests start off with a huge pile of food and then go back to restock 2 or 3 times so that when they finally finish, there’s still so much on their plate, so much waste.

Back to the freezer. The ice lollies needed eating immediately, much to the joy of my youngest daughter who ate 3 for breakfast. I hadn’t realised how much bread I had bought recently on offer…I see a reduction sticker and have a mini mental celebration:

“Yay! 25p! And it’s organic!!”

Which is a good idea if it’s bagels, but not so great when it’s curried trout.

In the depths, under the bread, I found mince pies from Christmas. Normally a decadent treat, it’s safe to say they’re not quite the same on a blazing hot day.

I made a pea and mint soup with the frozen peas, having Googled for recipes that require vast quantities of peas...the bread came in handy to mop it up.

In the end, we managed to save most of the food, although there were still no takers for the curried trout…perhaps the dog might like it…

Waste not, want not.