Day of the New Fridge Happiness

As those of you who know me, or have lived with me (or both), you are aware that I love to cook. I love it! I love chopping up salads, braising cabbage into a buttery delicious side dish, baking breads, scones, pies, tarts, cookies, concocting sauces to drizzle over fresh handmade pasta, sizzling up some hot italian sausage, roasting potatoes/beets/garlic/cauliflower, mixing up a hot curry, whipping up a delicious dinner of home made pizza and salad.... But how can a person do these things when their fridge is the size of a 1930's icebox?

Exhibit A:


Dearest Peeps, please note that the entire upper right quadrant of this fridge is devoted entirely to cheese and deli meat. The lower back of the bottom shelf is taken up entirely by jarred sauces and chutneys of suspect origin that are at least a decade old. The bottom drawers are about the size of shoeboxes (and that is being generous).

Exhibit B:

This miniscule freezer was entirely taken up by frozen vegetable medlies (ick), and ice packs. I swear to you, at least half of this freezer was chock full of icepacks. Until I my foot down, that is. Now it's crammed with bread (to go with all the cheese) and bagels.

Exhibit C:


For size reference I include Gunter in the right hand corner of this photo. Please note that this little fridge is in the space that would normally be occupied by a normal size fridge. See where the counter and cabinets are? See all that space to the left of the fridge and the microwave on top of the fridge? That is all the space I will have with the new fridge!

Why do I blog about the miseries of a tiny fridge? Why do I go on about the hours spent putting groceries into that fridge as though it were a game of tetris? Why do I take pictures of my shamefully cramped and unorganized fridge and post them for the whole world to see?

Because today is the Day of New Fridge Happiness! As I type this a shiny new LG fridge with ample shelf space is on a truck on it's way to me...ETA 4-6pm.

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! I have been freed from the chains of tiny fridge slavery. Rejoice! Rejoice!

Let the real cooking begin.