On Monday...

... I had a fight with my freezer.

It threw my dessert back at me - the one I was making that had an oreo crust and mint ice cream and fudge and whipped cream. I ate this dessert last week at a party and liked it so much I decided to make it. Very rarely do things taste good to me when I'm pregnant, so when they do, I generally become obsessed. I decided on Monday that I would not make dinner and that I would make dessert. It seemed like a great idea.

Until my freezer got involved. You see, my freezer is one of those idiotic freezers that is the width of a sheet of paper - turned sideways. Add to this the fact that the door doesn't even open all the way because of the wall, and you've got a disaster waiting to happen. I can't even fit frozen pizzas in my freezers, which is just soooooo wrong.

So, I was trying to fit my 9x13 pan into the lovely freezer. This meant I had to hold the pan VERTICALLY and thread it into the freezer. There is no way to describe this properly, because there's no way you believe me that you have to actually hold the pan vertically. But I assure you, I do. Luckily, this went okay with Step One: freeze oreo crust, and with Step Two: freeze ice cream. But for Step Three: freeze melted hot fudge, the whole vertical method wasn't really working out for me. Especially since the melted hot fudge was rapidly resulting in melted mint ice cream. I needed a solution.

My eventual theory was to get all the hot fudge at one end of the pan and then - REALLY QUICKLY - invert the pan vertically and thread into the freezer, all before the fudge worked its way downward and out of the pan.

This was a DUMB idea!!!!!!

Just in case you didn't figure this out yourself.

And I knew it was dumb. Really, I did. But what choice did I have? The pan does not go into the freezer unless it is held vertically.

So, I tried it. And it resulted in hot fudge all over the kitchen floor (which I had just cleaned because I clean the floor on Mondays.... speaking of which, I'm not sure why I do that because something ALWAYS happens right after).

Anyway, I have written several posts about this tragic event in my head. They are all very funny, and I wish you could read them. But I have been too lazy to write anything down until now, and I'm sure my mental genius has dissipated greatly since the actual event. Plus I took no pictures which would really have helped with visualization.

I say only this:

Last time, when my stupid - E says I can't says stupid, but luckily she can't read yet - anyway, last time my stupid freezer threw something at me it was tomato sauce from a tamale pie. (Actually from ten tamale pies I was making in an exchange. I had to stack them tipped sideways in the freezer because they happened to be wider than a slip of paper turned sideways.) This was messy - pools of tomato sauce on the bottom of the freezer which only stopped growing when the pies finally froze -but I got over it. I mean, it's just tomato sauce right?

But hot fudge?

All those gobs of beautiful hot fudge, running down my freezer door, piled on the floor of the kitchen????

That is not fair. I LIKE eating hot fudge.

But somehow it seems wrong to get a spoon and sit down on the floor and eat hot fudge off the floor of your kitchen.

Even if you did just clean it that morning.