Comfort foods
I’m starting to appreciate our new refrigerator, for a very simple reason. For the first time in years, foods are stored at an appropriate temperature.
For two decades, our Fridge (a genuine Frigidaire) was a stalwart sentry in the kitchen. Much like the guy in a bearskin hat that hangs around the Palace gate. Quiet, efficient, a regular sight. Did the duties required. And, like any old regular, not much evaluation ever took place.
The odd ice crystal in the head of lettuce, or the pop that was some days icy and some days cool, the ice cream that had a milkshake texture. Easy to blame on someone hitting the big knob that controlled relative temperatures. As long as the food didn’t spoil (and with three boys, only the worst diet foods have time to do that), nobody really cared. The bearskin hat guy was on duty.
Now, we’re a family with a new refrigerator. Everything is as the gods of coldness foresaw. Ice cream that can be removed with a small plckaxe (only with a small pickaxe). Lettuce that is crisp and green, with nary a snowflake to mar the salad experience. Eggs that are dated for freshness, because otherwise who’d know? Milk. Glorious cold milk.
Am I happy? Yes. Do I miss the old box? Not often. Any aggravations? The sneaking suspicion that this new guy won’t be still on duty, come 2025. Frigidaire had that part right, at least.
