My friend G came over today for an hour to help me. She stayed an hour and a half. My project--clean out the refrigerator. She took everything off the shelves. Good things went on the table. Science projects went into the trash. Containers way out of date went into the trash.
The little table on which I placed items to keep had little on it. Two 30-gallon trash bags were put into the outdoor garbage cans. One thing that took up room was a quart jar of mayonnaise with about 1/4 cup of mayo and a 2013 best-by date. So lots of large containers with very little left took up some of the bulk.
I had an egg carton dated September 1 with two eggs. So, the volume of the carton was in great excess to what was contained in it. She had to talk me into throwing out the large French's mustard bottle with an inch in the bottom. "After all, you have two more bottles on the door." That was sort of not the point. I demurred; she happily tossed it.
She cleaned out the produce drawers but did not take them from the refrigerator, planning to do that next time. She only can spend so much time here. The door was ignored, because I keep it fairly clean. Next time, she will remove all racks and drawers and clean it better. There is nothing to be seen, but it cannot be clean without removing everything and cleaning everything. It is necessary to wipe off each bottle, bowl, or container for them to be called "clean" by me.
When I bend, I cannot bend far or for long, so things were pushed back and never retrieved. Like I told exbf, I can swoop down and fight my way back erect to pick up one thing, but I am done. Sometimes, I cannot bend at all. I cannot lean and sustain the leaning position for very long at all.
As she was leaving, she told me Lowe's was delivering my replacement washer. NO, they are not. I was still in my nightgown; stuff was in the way to get to the washer; washer had clean clothes; dryer had dried clothes. Someone decided they would deliver the washer with no warning. I sent the truck on its way.
Now, I can die knowing I won't leave behind a nasty refrigerator!
But, the freezer is nasty looking after a Coke exploded--twice. Well, not the same Coke, but one on each of two consecutive days. I know I need a timer or a brain. I obviously don't have either!
When my friend Jose was helping me remove frozen chicken parts from the freezer, I saw the look of horror and explained the exploding Cokes. I needed to put lots of cooked chicken breasts and tenders in the freezer. So, I gave him the uncooked parts, none of which were breasts.
Being without a freezer is really rough, especially since turkeys are $1.03/lb and less. She is also going to clean out the freezer. In order to get cooked meat in it, I cooked blueberries and frozen apples. I have enjoyed the applesauce!
Every few minutes, I go in and look at how empty and shiny the refrigerator is. It's beautiful.
This mess will never happen again!
Does anything ever cause you to get behind on refrigerator cleaning?