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As I grew up and moved out, my fridge economized. My fridge is smaller now; it's sleeker and more stylish. The old plastic exterior has been modernized to stainless steel. A lot was lost in my transition; I miss the ice cube dispenser and the drink door I crawled in when we had to clean out the old fridge one year. Now there are no childhood photos from Hawaii, … Read more »
We have a black fridge at home, but the kitchen’s palette is a mix of tan and copper. So, as soon as the fridge was installed, wooden panels that matched the cupboards were put over the doors, leaving only the black of the handles and water dispenser. Young, I was stunned. Every house I had ever visited had a fridge covered in magnets, pictures, words, and the … Read more »
This refrigerator I see is the first to belong to me. In my first kitchen of my first home, this fridge leans to the right, throwing the door back upon opening. But this is part of what makes the fridge mine.
My fridge is an altar where I worship to the Post-It gods. If I ever had a "real" job it should have been at 3-M, where I probably could've pulled down some serious $$$ writing PR spoof about the sticky note. There's something irresistable about jotting down a chore, errand, address, shopping list, or other fragment of thought, sticking it on a big, handy surface, and then feeling guilty until … Read more »
The family refrigerator is not spotless, far from it. It's not even particularly clean, but still, on the outside, it is not cluttered. It is a huge, ugly, cold white thing. It has a texture, some odd pattern of indented lines. It matches the rest of the kitchen appliances, which are the same: Ugly, almost luminescent white, functional, dirty with bits of yellow or brown … Read more »
Preparing for a football watching Sunday involves a plethora of decisions. Do we make chilli or wings? or both? Rearrange the furniture or bring in folding chairs? Beer or wine? All was going well until a cooler in the living room was mentioned. "This is not a frat house" I say. " And furthermore the kitchen is inches away from the living room. I offer up the fancy … Read more »
30:2. Of all the ratios I calculate in my kitchen--1:2 (rice to water) 1:3 (lentils to chicken broth), it’s the only one that matters. Thirty chest compressions. Two breaths. A stick man demonstrates on a stick woman, in frame after frame. This is what you see before you open my freezer to retrieve ice for your gin and tonic. A 2-page spread torn from a magazine. A string around the … Read more »
My wife and I used to bicker about our fridge door. We both love the photos, but hated the clutter.
Freeze Frame of my life...
I covered the fridge in thier artwork, it stayed there 15 years. Now one paints portraits to cheer the sick and the other gets college art cheers.
I'm not sure when he made the connection between the fridge and his art work. I think it was in a book we read or something, but suddenly it became a "thing". From that moment on it has become not only a gallery, but also a height chart. We retain a bit of space at the top, wedding mementos and a photo or two. Every other … Read more »
The back of my body peeks out from inside of the cool air, hands dodging the organic, all-natural crap my mother buys. Instead, I reach for the leftover chocolate cake and a soda to wash it down. :).
When he says "Hello" it's like the world stops. As he leans in for a hug i can feel his warmth. I could just stay hanging on and never let go..but then i realize im just in front of my fridge...Dreaming about what we could be..
They say every fridge tells a story. Ours resembles a crime scene report - cold, gross, and filled with unpleasant surprises. Our fridge has always been unbalanced – literally – which results in a pooling of its bodily fluids down and to the left, where they creep out from beneath the vegetable crisping bins and slither out to leave forensic kisses on our now permanently stained linoleum.
After the divorce, the “For Sale” sign in the yard necessitated a bare fridge for clean lines in the kitchen. With my heart stripped bare and half my furniture gone, a realtor’s advice transforming my family nest into a showplace, nothing was exempt from change.
The fridge is a time capsule to my life. Every dish of left-overs tells a story of heart break or triumph. The kielbasa and peppers stand as a sad memorial to the late arrival of my wife from work. The ravioli and meatballs staining my old Tupperware boldly state we are here to stay. An unopened container of ricotta cheese, a harsh reminder that I never made the stuffed shells … Read more »
Ways I imagined, as a graduate student in creative writing, that my publisher would celebrate and/or promote the release of my books someday:
Nellie is covered with glossy black fur and weighs nearly half a ton. She insists on walking around on all fours, will not wear any clothes, and is more likely to bellow and low than she is to speak plain English. It's a good thing that Nellie is a milk cow, or we might be seriously worried about her.