Blogula!
No,
Blogula isn't referring to anything in particular. I really just felt like keeping with the blog/horror movie hybrids of the last few bits o' nowhere. Besides, it sounds better than
Creature from the Blog Lagune, or
Night of the Living Blog, or even
The Wereblog. And
Pumpkinblog just sounds silly.
Today's little bit of nowhere, rather, deals with a changing of the guard. Namely our apartment's refrigerator. It's nice to once again have a freezer that (shock! gasp!) actually freezes the food articles inside of it. While the downside is that the fridge is overall smaller than our last one--small enough for Mel to easily reach up and grab anything off the top of the fridge--at least it keeps food pleasantly chilled, and allows for more freezer space.
Of course, perhaps our new fridge works a little too good.
Last night we decided to have scrambled eggs for dinner. I took our last 5 eggs from the freezer, set down a mixing bowl, and cracked the first egg's shell against the rim of the bowl. There was a resounding "Crack!", which was followed by a whole lot of nothing else. The shell now sported an impressive slender hole, but failed to split in half.
Make whatever jokes you will about my toothpick arms and upper body strength (and inherent lack thereof), but I know I'm not so feeble that I can't crack an egg open with one hit against the rim of a mixing bowl. So, undaunted, I smacked the egg shell against the bowl a second time. And a third time. And a fourth time.
By then, I knew that damned egg was silently laughing at me. It now sported a couple of dents and gouges, but simply refused to break in half. So one last time I raised my arm and delivered the crushing blow. The egg shell finally split into two halves, and I removed the top half.
The egg yolk still retained it's original, ovaloid shape.
Yes, that's right: our new fridge froze the egg right down to its little yellow core. As solid as an ice cube. It also posed a slight problem, as scrambling egg yolks together requires said yolks to be in a semi-solid state only, and not a solid, "hand me the icepick!" state. It's hard to get this spoupy mix when you've got a bunch of yellow balls rolling around in the mixing bowl. The problem was eventually solved with a little hot water applied to the remaining 4, frozen eggs, and a little elbow grease. But suffice to say, the temperature in the fridge has been decreased.
Of course, I suppose I should have seen the warning signs: a bowl of pre-diced onions we had from the day before was also sporting onion bits covered in a nice layer of ice.
Speaking of frozen things, I heard that last week Snapple attempted to break the world record for the largest frozen drink (roughly 2 storeys high). However, Mr. Sun seemed to have issues with this, and in the end Snapple only ended up with the record-breaking largest puddle of pink goo. Maybe trying to pull this feat off during the first day of summer wasn't the best idea after all....
Today's Lesson: certain colours/brands of Stickytac will in fact melt in the summer heat & humidity...unfortunately. Dammit, that's the third pencil board this week that's just started slooooowly sinking down towards the floor.
posted by Phillip at 10:38 AM
