Refrigerators. We all have one. We all love them. They came about out of necessity like toilet paper and ear plugs. Let's face it girls, all that salt preserving our food wasn't doing much for our water weight either. And then the bright shining moment came. An icebox! Now you can keep things cold. Then it got bigger, better, more amazing. But, every advance has it's own flaw. They now make refrigerators that have a freezer on one side, fridge on the other, one with a freezer drawer, and even one with two fridge doors and a freezer drawer on the bottom. As a housewife, I lust after the latter, but as a military housewife on base housing, I have the standard freezer on top fridge. At least it's not "avocado" (read, baby poop green).
I have nothing against a refrigerator, except, well, let's go back to the beginning. The beginning of my housewife training. My mom used to tease me an say she didn't need a dishwasher, she had me. Thanks Mom. But there was this strange phenomenon that only happened when I was in the home stretch of a marathon dish washing session. My pile would multiply. Oh, yes, you guessed it, my mother would choose that moment to clean out the fridge. Opportunist.
And that is where my beef is with the refrigerator. Somewhere between the second shelf and Cassiopeia is a black hole that renders bits and bowls invisible to the searching eye. Making the fridge look full of food just waiting to turn into some culinary masterpiece, or at least a sandwich. What you find, though, upon further inspection, is some fuzzy applesauce, a bowl of moldy chopped tomatoes and s dish of... whatever that used to be. Even the occasional "when did we have soup?"
And then when you have kids you get the added benefit of reaching to the back of the fridge to get out those stale french fries that they just had to save for later. And the plush ice cream cone that they couldn't let melt. That one was in there for a month. I still haven't cleaned the shelf of the remains of their Valentine's Day suckers. Thanks, Mom.
I guess the good vastly outweighs the bad. Especially if you have one of those swanky new ones. But for now, I guess I'll just have to settle for the Tales from the Icebox Lagoon.
