My fridge is in the final throes of death. Its 10+ years of existence puts it at about 105 in human years. Worse than the impending loss of the fridge, the ice maker built into the door has already succumbed. I’m betting the deli drawer will be the next to go, it already crashes to the floor every time someone pulls it out to far. That is how my little terrier ate his weight in hot dogs a couple of weeks ago. The ice maker tried to survive, but the sensor broke and the ice maker went into a fit of ice production that was probably its undoing. It could overflow the dispenser overnight and fill the entire fridge with ice if we weren’t constantly vigilant. So, we decided to use the ice. We made frappuccinos for breakfast, smoothies at lunchtime, and margaritas with dinner. Waste not, want not. We were living in a winter wonderland of ice. Until, of course, it wore itself out and died.
Overnight, we were reduced to a single tray that we found in the bottom of our tupperware drawer. It was a fluke that we even had that because it must have been from the days before we got a refrigerator with an ice dispenser. It is either as old as me, or it can trace its origins to the summer we made our own organic lemonade popsicles. It was a very short lived business venture that never even made it to the lemonade stand-stage of development. Plus, we ate most of the inventory before we even had a chance to market the product.