May 1st, we officially began our experiment. We unplugged the fridge! I was encouraged at how on-board Rick really was. On Saturday night, he even made sure that we had jugs of water in the freezer, in order to be prepared for the first day using our freezer compartment as an icebox.
Yesterday was really only a half day with the new system. I should have prepared better on Saturday by doing all the cleaning and stuff ahead of time, but I was distracted by trips to the garden center. So, on Sunday morning, Rick cleaned out the freezer while I went to the grocery store. When I got home, I cleaned out the fridge and we set up the new system in the former freezer compartment (what will from here on out be referred to as the icebox). The actual unplugging took place around noon.
Here’s what the icebox looks like now. This is our full week’s worth of refrigerated food, including two gallons of milk, a few condiments I wasn’t sure about leaving out, some leftover greens that we bought last week, and the eggs for my sister that were already in the fridge before.
I’ve done a little rearranging already, putting the less perishable items like carrots, in the door, and keeping the soft cheeses further back by the frozen water jugs. Also, that container of left-overs on the very bottom left was promptly eaten by me after cleaning out the bottom of the fridge. It was after lunch time and I was hungry!
I’ve actually had a hard time resisting the temptation to continually open the icebox to feel if things are cold in there, but I know keeping the door closed is crucial to the success of the experiment. Rick has suggested getting a thermometer that we can keep in there so we won’t worry, and we’re going to experiment with different ice-jug configurations to make sure we’re making the best use of the space and coolness (is that a word??). He also suggested that we keep the jugs on a towel or something, that way we won’t have to constantly be wiping down the interior of the icebox, since the jugs will probably sweat as they melt. For someone who thinks I’m crazy, he seems awfully involved, huh? I guess it’s not just me after all.