I have shared my life for the past 41 or so years with a faithful servant - our fridge.
Sadly this week, despite our prayers that it would last until we had a new house, it died.
What a lifetime of cooking, entertaining and everyday meals we shared.
It even followed us from Tecoma to Sydney, to Hawthorn and now to Geelong.
In its later years it has built up a protective layer of magnets, miscellany and nostalgia , always in excellent taste of course!
It looked awfully naked when cleared of this artistic clutter
It has, I must admit, also been somewhat eccentric in recent years - refusing to light our way inside for some time now and stubbornly filling the freezer with frost in a matter of minutes - requiring my urgent attention about monthly in Summer. It also developed a nasty habit of dripping from the underside of the freezer into whatever hapless food sat in the middle of the top shelves.
I have forgiven these quirks as its solid construction and enamelled vegie and meat bins have been a comfort to me over the years.
Time to say farewell and as I helped push it up our driveway (no mean feat as those of you have been here will attest) I patted it and said thanks to those who used to make appliances to last! (Guess whose mum had a Whirlpool!)
Welcome to our new companion! A whizz bang silver monster with vertical doors and more freezer space than I have ever had - I feel some baking and squirreling away coming on! Stock anyone - and more than one flavour of icecream!!!
