Growing up I was always in awe of my mum’s freezing obsession. She had two ginormous chest freezers that she kept in the garage, full to the brim with trays of fruit, bread, meat, vegetables, milk, cakes… you name it, if she could freeze it, it’d be in there.
I was always slightly scared if she asked me to retrieve the ice-cream as it normally involved practically climbing in. Being quite claustrophobic I had visions of being frozen alive.
She assured me there was a logic to the way she packed the food in, but I can tell you now I never got to the bottom of it. Food can take on quite an alien-like appearance when it’s been in the freezer for a while – if it’s not labelled then it’s a total guessing game. I’ve lost count of the amount of mystery pies and casseroles we tucked into!
Now I have a family of my own I’ve graduated from a tiny freezer compartment at the top of my fridge that barely had room for ice cubes, to a six foot high stainless steel beast.
I cram it with vegetables, batch cooking like bolognese and casseroles, cakes for future cake stalls, mysterious vegetarian fodder that can be shoved straight in the oven and of course ice-cream.
I finally understand my mum’s obsession. If I had the room I’d get a chest freezer too…