Adventures in Refrigeration, or, How We Have Become Possibly the Midwestest People Ever

Earlier this year we had a rather unfortunate incident involving our 25-year-old stand-up freezer, in which the condenser failed while the thing was full of frozen things, which quickly became rather disgustingly unfrozen. The clean-up was stinky and terrible and no fun at all. Also, we needed to get a new freezer. Krissy got that new freezer a couple of days ago, and you can see it here, next to the drinks fridge we have in our garage — the drinks fridge being, as the name implies, an extra fridge used solely for the chilling of drinks, often located in the garage. The “drinks fridge” is a thing that is commonly associated with, although not exclusive to, the US Midwest, which of course Ohio is part of. We “got” ours a while back when Krissy redid the kitchen and got a newer fridge to match the remodel, and on the principle of “waste not, want not,” we relocated the perfectly functioning older fridge to the garage to start its life making our respective drinks nice and cold. There…