MissMeliss vs. The IceMaker

One of the things I love about my very stylish stainless steel side-by-side refrigerator, is that it has an ice maker, and a chilled water/crushed ice/cubed ice dispenser.

One of the things I hate about it is that a family of two humans and two small dogs cannot possibly use as much ice as said ice maker is capable of creating, which means, if we don’t remember to empty the ice maker once a week, it overfills, jams the dispenser and while we can still get chilled water, if we attempt to have it dispense any form of ice there is a sad grinding not unlike what I imagine the Titanic sounded like when it became intimate with an iceberg.

Today, I wanted ice.

In the past I’ve spent the better part of an afternoon defrosting the dispenser, and while I recognize that this is something I do need to accomplish sometime soon, I don’t have the time or inclination for such a thing today. Also, it’s Fuzzy’s turn.

Instead, I used a hot knife to remove the crust of snow-like stuff from around the edges of the ice maker, pulled it open, moved my hand around to break up the ice, and basically treated the storage section as a really expensive ice-cube bucket.

Thankfully the grinding part of the ice maker is not inside the bucket, but the dispenser, and unlike the garbage disposal, a kitchen device that still scares me sometimes, you can’t accidentally stick your hand in and have it shredded into bloody pulpy bits.

I have the most expensive ice cube bucket on earth.
Go me.