Friday, November 07, 2008
Three years ago, right before we moved to Arizona, our ice maker died. A low blow to this ice chewing, cold drink drinking, frozen water lover.
I knew that getting the ice maker fixed would be expensive, and that a new fridge was out of the question, since the fridge works quite well. But I've had this secret dream of a free standing ice maker for most of my adult life.
In high school and college I use to babysit for a family that had a free standing ice maker with a little plastic scooper. I babysat for them often and when I arrived to work the first place I would go was to that ice maker. I would fill up a gigantic plastic tumbler cup to the top and munch ice while playing with the kids.
Just talking about it makes me want some.
Anyway, I had this dream that maybe, since my ice maker was broken, we might put a free standing ice maker in the kitchen of this house.
Saturday I woke up very early and was sipping coffee and checking email when I heard rumbling in the kitchen. With the dog at my feet and everyone else sleeping soundly in the bed I bravely walked around downstairs anticipating something big and rodent-y creeping in my dark kitchen.
But nothing could be found.
Then I heard a whirring of the freezer and I walked over to investigate. Sure enough the ice maker had come back to life and the ice was almost overflowing from the bin.
There goes my free standing ice machine with the cute little scooper.