Freezers. What to say, we’re grateful they exist. Love ’em, love their contents, love the ease of it all.
In fact, a note from Carolyn Hanbury, in La Mortola, Italia, described how she loved her deep freeze enough to haul it on a long journey:
My husband and I packed up everything in the removal van for our major move from the UK to Italy. Amongst our possessions was the deep freeze we snapped up when a local ice cream shop was seling it off. Not a question of leaving it behind.
Twelve years later, the freezer is still going strong. It’s been a faithful friend, and never let me down. On August 7, I will serve up my special bitter orange ice cream from its depths in honour of its years of service.
from Cori M., a portrait of ice cream bounty from Dawson City’s General Store.
Another thing to appreciate: how freezer contents change with our identity shifts. A photo from web programming guru James Covey (Halifax/Dartmouth, NS), from “bachelor days “back in 2005. (It’d be great to see a comparison photo now!)
Amy Zidulka (Victoria) sent this thought about freezers having different roles in her life:
Chest freezers = two different very times of life.
One, up north in Alaska. Charlie needed one for king crab legs and home packs of halibut and chopped-up deer.
Two, motherhood. I bought my own chest freezer last year, since now I’m a cook-on-weekends-and-freeze-casserole type.
Luella Iwasiuk had two favorite freezer uses in the recent Vancouver heat wave.
Here’s the first (portrait of a gin I’d love to meet!):
And the second trick was: stuffing her pillow in the freezer, a sleep-enabler when the summer’s just gone out of control with solar enthusiasm. But the heat wave broke a couple of days ago, so the pillow-stuffing pic didn’t need to happen anymore.
A second email praising freezer goodness came from Sarah Walker in the context of her work at an environmental organization in Arles, France (her first appreciation-tale is in IFAD #2: multipurposed freezers).
The standing freezer in the organization’s common house is currently full of apricot halves waiting to be turned into jam or other mouth-watering goodnesses. Feels like a tasty note to end on for this batch of International Freezer Appreciation Day thoughts.