It’s ok, I’m not aboard the Titanic, and this isn’t a giant iceberg, it’s just the ice I’ve finally got around to defrosting from the back of my fridge.
I have a self-defrosting fridge ! Yeh, like that works.
There’s a small ledge in the back wall of the fridge where any water which collects drips down onto and is channeled into a hole in the middle, this hole leads to a pipe which then sends any drips down to a plate sitting on top of the motor and the heat from the motor evaporates the tiny amount of water back into the surrounding air. Sorted, a self-defrosting fridge with no puddles.
Of course, since the fridge is way past its youth, this part of it has stopped working and the back wall ices up, not too much of a problem if it’s defrosted regularly when it only has only had chance to freeze a little, but I’ve never been one to do something at regular intervals when it can be put off and done at a later date so today I had almost half a fridge full of ice to defrost. I kid you not.
Since neither Hubby or I have been shopping over the weekend the fridge was a perfect prompt for the “Old Mother Hubbard” nursery rhyme, or at least it would have been if it hadn’t been so full of ice so the out the little bits of food came and were replaced on the bottom shelf by a thickly folded bath sheet before I set about the ice.
Hmmn, “Patience is a virtue”, or so I’m told. I probably have a few virtues of my own, one day I’ll work out what they are but somehow I don’t really think patience will be among the list when I do. The first tool I brought to hand was my hairdryer. With the heat setting on full power I fired a hot stream of air at the thickest corner of ice. Satisfying drips soon started to cascade down the ice … into the drip channel …
The poor motor was never going to give off enough heat to evaporate the torrent of water now streaming towards the little hole in the back wall of the fridge. Ok, lets block up the hole. I rolled a piece of kitchen towel into a long tube shape and stuffed the one end tightly into the hole, the odd drip might get through, but not a lot else. Back to the hairdryer, the drips followed the channel down to the tube of kitchen towel which quickly became saturated and allowed them to trickle off onto the towel.
Hmmn again, this wouldn’t do, the towel would be soaking in no time and the water would then just drip out of the door and onto the floor. Ah-ha, I grabbed a mug from the draining board and tucked it nicely underneath to catch the torrent.
Three, four, five mugs later and the ice, although almost half its former size was still stuck solid to the back of the fridge. The hairdryer gave out and needed a rest while it cooled down and the spatula wouldn’t even consider slipping behind the ice so next came the screwdriver. ( I am in the process of decorating so yes, the screwdriver was very easily to hand). Chipping at the edges of the ice was a pointless exercise so once the hairdryer cooled off it went again, six, seven, eight mugs. This was getting boring …
The hammer !
Yes you read right, my patience ran out and I attacked the ice in my fridge with my hammer.
Hey, it worked, and all’s well that ends well so now my fridge is defrosted and I have a couple of giant ice-cubes defrosting in my sink.
More from before : Happenings in “my kitchen“.