The ice cubes freeze quickly, too quickly. I don’t even have time to think what the ice was for…a martini (I don’t drink them), a Coke Zero (I don’t drink it), a single cube to chill my wife’s Chardonnay? Now, that’s likely. But one thing I can say…and this can be a warning to all who own a GE fridge…beware of the freezer compartment. If you linger with the ice cream or dally with the frozen chicken fillets, then you risk the danger of loosing a digit or two from your right hand…if you’re right-handed. If you’re a leftie, it really doesn’t really matter, you’re only 10% of the population anyway.
And, God forbid, don’t fumble for ice cubes with one hand while talking with someone…not paying attention! My guess is that you’ll bring out your hand with three black fingers (not a real problem; they can be amputated for frostbite). But then you’re left with less than five fingers on your right hand (lefties: scroll on) and that will make it a problem to prepare a brisket of beef of leg of lamb. One could become a vegetarian at this point, but the menu you have in your laptop drops by several degrees (no pun intended) and you have to find something simple to chop and dice…hopefully not a part of your missing finger.
But avoid the freezer! There must be places in NYC that can deliver ice cubes. And if you buy something frozen from Fairway that is already frozen, move fast and wear protective garments.
This freezer is a killer. It reminds me of Dante’s Ninth Circle of Hell. That’s where the sinners guilty of treachery, (think of Judas) are frozen in the lake of Cycytus. I don’t see a lake in the top of the GE fridge, but I know it’s there.
I dread dinner parties. I know that I’ll be asked to “get some ice cream” for dessert. I dread that request. First, I have to pull out the Ben & Jerry’s at least 45 minutes early. That will give me an even chance of getting a dollop without bending the big spoon or breaking the ice cream scooper. And they don’t even belong to us. The other alternative is to put the ice cream into the microwave for maybe 15 minutes…to soften it to a consistency less than marble or granite.
But putting ice cream into a microwave somehow seems counter-intuitive. No one asked for Baked Alaska.
I’ve learned several things in this sub-let apartment in NYC.
- Don’t eat ice cream at home.
- Wear thermonuclear gloves when searching for the frozen chicken or fish.
- Beware of GE freezers.
- Don’t get involved in treachery.
Consider yourself warned! You can’t sue me because my lawyer is a very treacherous person.
[Image source: Google search. Art by Gustave Dore.]