Behind the Refrigerator
An event high on my scale of domestic boldness: this afternoon Husband Bob and I moved our fridge and cleaned the coils in the back in the hopes that this will take care of a popsicle crisis.
I am devoted to consuming coconut popsicles (up to three a day) of the Whole Foods house brand called 365. Lately these personally important items have been getting melty in our freezer.
Before tackling the fridge coils, I tried a different experiment. Two weeks ago, when there was snow here, I buried a popsicle in snow. My fallacious logic was that the snow was frozen and would therefore refreeze the popsicle into a solid item.
Not so. What I dug up was a sack of unappetizing milky liquid.
So I did some Internet research and learned that the problem might be dusty coils. For a person who doesn’t dust things that are in easy reach, this is large.
Also, we live in a semi-old log house with two mastiffs. The layers of dust on the floor behind the fridge had to be scraped loose with a sharp object.
I’m eager to see if this cleaning thing works. Will report. If it does, it could encourage further domestic boldness.
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