I like defrosting the fridge. Especially the bit where I get to hack away at the impacted ice like Michelangelo. Also you never quite know what you're going to find buried in the snowdrifts of the freezer compartment. Yesterday I found a bag of plums and stewed them and served them with the pork.
Which reminds me of the poem by William Carlos Williams where he eats the plums his wife (?) was saving for breakfast. I don't like it. It's much too wordy.
Im in yr fridge
Eatin yr plums.
See, I've improved it.