On Sunday June 21, 2015 I went out to our garage to get ice cream from the freezer. It was Father's Day and we had just finished a smoked rib dinner, the ice cream was dessert. It never made it to our bowls.
When I opened up the freezer I discovered thawed ice cream and soft packages of meat. I grabbed the ice cream and carried it inside to break the news to my family.
At one point during the weekend, we don't know when, the temperature on our freezer was turned all the way up thawing everything in it. It was a sad day but the worst was yet to come.
The next day it was up to me, a person totally freaked out about meat juice, to clean up the lost meat and freezer. A full blown panic attack would soon ensue.
Monday morning, June 22, 2015, I entered the garage full of dread and determination. Slowly I opened the freezer hoping that maybe it cleaned itself during the night. It didn't. The smell of thawed corn was overwhelming. I need to work fast, especially since the baby discovered I left the room and is crying hysterically on the other side of the door.
I begin taking everything out, cringing each time I touch the still thawed meat. I did not think about the fact that the freezer itself needed to refreeze so much of the food was still thawed. The smell is starting to be a bit much, the baby is hitting the door, and my hands are covered in meat juice. Then I look at the bottom of the freezer.
On the bottom of the freezer is a frozen pool of meat juice. At this point I start to feel a little dizzy and see stars circling my head. Quickly I put the bad meat in a big bag and put it back into the freezer until garbage day tomorrow. As I put the bag back a whoosh of meat juice mist hits my face, at least that is what I imagine it is.
Enter full on panic mode. I grab the clorox wipes and wipe of my hands and arms. I enter the house and rush to the bathroom, sorry Colin, I need to clean my face. Oh my gosh, I have meat juice all over me and it is already making me sick. I am dying!! My heart is racing. I am dizzy. Seriously I am about to pass out! I wash my arms, hands, and face. I need to make sure I will be ok, so I call the only person who can calm me down at this point. My dad.
After being reassured that I did not get meat juice sprayed into my face, it did not get into my eyes, and I am not going to get sick, I go about my day. Tomorrow I need to finish cleaning out the freezer.
Tuesday June 23, 2015, I reenter the garage determined to finish cleaning the freezer and move all the bad meat to the curb. After putting all the good meat into coolers so it won't go bad, I pull out the huge bag of bad meat. I drag the heavy bag through the grass to the waiting garbage can. Bending at the knees I heft the bag into the can. Thankful that I am done with this part, I slowly turn back to the garage where the freezer waits.
I have to syke myself up a little before I open the freezer lid. I grab my gallon of HOT bleach water and slowly start pouring it in, I don't want it to splash up today. I run back in the house to get more water. Coming back out I discover, much to my relief, that the plugs were never put back into the bottom of the freezer. The nasty water is running out and I don't have to touch anything. Score!
Finally the freezer is clean. It smells like a swimming pool, but at least it is clean. Right?! The last part of this clean up is to clean the garage floor. Are you kidding me!? Now there is meat juice all over the floor. Why didn't I think about this before! Grabbing the hose and a push brush I clean the garage floor. Finally I am done!
Tuesday evening. Upon entering the garage to pull fresh meat from the freezer I make a troubling discovery. A carton of ice cream was left out the night before and there is no hope of saving it. With a heavy heart I throw it into the garbage. Rest in peace you delicious mint chocolate chip ice cream, you will be missed!
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