We got a new fridge. To you suburbanites, it may not seem all that exciting, but to us, it is heaven. We got a bottom freezer, french door fridge, a big one. We now have three produce drawers AND a deli drawer. We can put bottles of wine in the fridge upright. We can open the fridge doors all the way without completely obstructing an entire side of kitchen. Our new fridge doesn’t sound like Herbie the love bug either. I don’t even want to take a gander at how much energy the last fridge was eating up. It was from 1983.
A year ago we had an apartment fridge. It was small but nice. We bought it at Costco because the other apartment fridge we had was from somewhere around 1962, not self defrosting. When we turned it off to defrost it, we found a 10+ year old bottle of Jagermieister and a bag of peas from who knows when.
Our last house had a nice fridge, but you couldn’t open the door all the way because of where it was placed, so we could never clean the drawers very well. It had a water filter and ice maker but the water filter didn’t work. The new fridge has an ice maker but we may never hook it up, we’ll see.
This fridge is ours. We picked it out ourselves to suit our needs. We’ll have room for all that delicious CSA food starting next month. I love our fridge. Silly I know, but it’s true. Tom likes it because it looks like a face.