My father worked at a pizza restaurant when we were children and he was always bringing home boxes of leftover pizza. We had so many pizzas that we could not eat them all. So my mom started freezing the pizzas. She bought a second hand upright freezer with four wire shelves and put it in the basement.
When you opened the door of the freezer, you saw an entire shelf of pepperoni pizzas, a shelf of sausage pizza, a shelf of pizzas with the works and then a shelf that was mystery toppings – whatever they had leftover and didn’t fit any of the above categories of toppings – anything from extra cheese to anchovies.
I have always like pepperoni pizza and usually that is what I will order. I think pepperoni is the main crowd pleaser. Every once in a while I like to mix it up and order different toppings, but most of the time pepperoni is fine with me.
Last night after supper I went out to the garage to get one of the Skinny Cow individual ice cream cups that I had bought a couple of days ago. I was feeling the urge to have a little bit of ice cream, and I like the Skinny Cow brand for a lower calorie indulgence. When I opened the freezer door and reached in to the rack where the ice cream was I was mortified to find that the ice cream container was warm to the touch. As in melted completely! I grabbed the ice cream next to it. Warm. And the next, and the next, and the next.
Quickly I grabbed the insulated bag that I keep next to the freezer, and started pulling out the food that was still cold, putting them in the insulated bag. I paused for a moment to grab a nearby trash can, and then started to fill that with the melted and completely thawed and ruined foods. Fish sticks, french fries, hash browns, hot dogs, more ice cream, steaks, pork chops. All in all over a hundred dollars worth of food had to be thrown away.
Today I went grocery shopping to replace some of the food that I had to throw away. Fortunately the ice cream was on sale, so I bought some. Not as much, but some.
We definitely need to put a hasp latch on this freezer door; this happens too often. I am not amused.