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An American Style Fridge

Over the weekend we got a new refrigerator. We got an 'American Style' fridge it's a whirlpool side by side fridge freezer with water and ice maker and it's lovely! Americans might wonder why this is such exciting news for me. It's because here in the UK everything is small and the fridge we've been living with was the size that belonged in an American dorm room not a house with two adults living in it! It wasn't even frost free so if you put anything too close to the back of it they would freeze and the stuff on the door never got cold enough. Being a person who cooks meals from scratch with all fresh ingredients, we never had enough space in the fridge for all the food after shopping. We have a vegetable cart that sat next to it and on hot days, the veg actually partially cooked sitting in the hot kitchen and would go bad a day after buying it. Last week - I finally had enough and we went out and got our MASSIVE 'American style' fridge.
I never thought I'd be excited about buying a household appliance, but I have to admit I find myself wiping the fingerprints from it every time I go into the kitchen, shining it like a new car (it's black and shows every little mark). Now that we have it I can only dream of the day I can have air conditioning or a full size washer and dryer rather than the all in one tiny thing we have now. I still can't get over doing the laundry in the kitchen...

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Alicia said…
I have the exact same model! I had to leave it in my last house (no room in my new one), which I'm trying to sell. Every time I'm over there I keep saying to my boyfriend, wow do I miss this fridge. I miss top loader washing machines too...
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