This is the time of year when I cringe every time I open the freezer.
All that ice that has been slowly growing since the last time I hacked and removed the last lot. We have a Hotpoint fridge freezer, which I love, but do wish it had separate temperature controls, and separate auto defrost too, for I never have to worry about the fridge, it takes care of itself very nicely. But the freezer must have cousins in Antarctica, as its always trying to create an igloo in my kitchen.
So, today I have decided that the ice has to go, and I have developed a very clever way (at least I think so) of organising the frozen food while the power is off.
Even with the best will in the world, you can never run a freezer down to nothing, can you? And I won’t simply bin everything, just to make my life easier. So, the night before the ordeal, I root out those ice packs that you can freeze to put inside picnic boxes and stuff them in the freezer overnight.
The next morning, I simply pack all the frozen food into the (by now) empty salad bins at the bottom of the fridge, suitable laced with the ice packs, and remove all the trays from the freezer. I do use one of those de icer sprays, and it works fine, apart from the roof of the freezer. That ice is something else.
My trick for this awkward and time-consuming problem, is to find a container, a washing up bowl or baking dish that will slide on to the top shelf. Fill it up with boiling water, shove it in and wait to hear all that ice cracking. This avoids having to stand on your head to hack at the ice!
Over the years, I have discovered that if I take no longer than one hour removing all the ice, the food in the fridge will be fine, barely a change in the temperature (thanks to all my ice packs)
As I said at the beginning, this is a job I hate doing and usually put it off, but when it is done and everything safely back where it belongs, I do feel a little smug at a job well done…