I'VE CONSIDERED COMPOSING AN ODE to ice machines. To me, there's just something really great about a big full cup of ice. It started when I was a kid. We vacationed at the shore in New Jersey, and there was a big ice machine on each floor that churned out small, square cubes. I was giddy! No ice trays to crack and refill and try not to spill as you replace them in the freezer! It was a full week of as much ice as I could possibly tote from the machine to our condo.
After all these years, the first thing I do as soon as I enter a hotel room is grab the ice bucket and find the ice machine. I rejoiced when one of my clients installed a countertop water and ice dispenser, just around the corner from my office, that filled my cup to overflowing with "chewy ice" just like at Royal Farms stores. If I win the lottery, I'm buying one for my home.
It will come as no surprise that I require a prolific ice maker in my home freezer. It's not as good as having a dedicated ice machine, but it's the next best thing, especially when there's in-door dispensing. I don't have that now, but the in-freezer ice maker is fast and efficient. The only problem is that the automatic arm doesn't click to "off" when the "cubes" (they aren't actually cube-shaped) fill the bin, causing ice to overflow into the rest of the freezer. I am in charge of its manual operation and remain vigilant in my duty.
Today is Haiku Thursday, and as such I must limit my tribute to just 17 syllables:
And to answer the question this haiku might prompt – yes, there are two here, and AM I EVER HAPPY.