By morning, the ice was an inch thick and the iced walls went to the bottom, stalactites were hanging from several shelves, and our plans for the day were finalized before we even had coffee.
Assembling ice chests, old towels, a bucket (in hopes that the ice would come off in hunks/sheets), a hair dryer, and various kitchen tools without points, we started . . . and five and a half hours later, we had a clean, neatly organized, quietly running machine. We also had three freshly baked loaves of bread from defrosted bread dough, a dozen aromatic biscuits from defrosted biscuits, and a garbage can with assorted items that were just not safe to save.
We did NOT have plans for dinner or a cook who was willing to enter the kitchen and cook anything.
So, taking the wisdom of "man does not live by bread alone" literally, we ordered take out savored it and the silence of our newly cleaned and organized freezer.
