13 cu ft

See this?

I'm telling you.  13 cubic feet of goodness.

Family of seven.  

Little freezer in our fridge just isn't cutting it any longer.

It has to be reorganized every single time an item is added or removed in order to close the door again.

It's time for a superhero.

My husband is one.  So am I.  Ask Luke about Ropegirl.  Oh, yeah.  I can bring it.  Anna was actually fooled convinced for a time that I was a true superhero.  I had her totally snowed   

We need staff around here.  Funny that no one ever shows up.  
I have named my major appliances, however.  
Dancing with Fred (Astaire) is blissful.  I find peace and solace 
in freshly vacuumed rooms.  And Fred and I, we
 make great music together.  My dishwasher is a workhouse. 
 She has an old-fashioned, salt-of-the-earth name.  
Good German stock, she is.  I greet her each morning...by name.


So, downstairs we welcome Shirley.  Her friend, Laverne?
She sits next to her (aka, our older than old extra fridge 
that generally serves as a placeholder for all the milk we drink, 
and happens to save us at the holidays 
when she's packed full of yummy goodness).  
I'm sure you are familiar with the original girlfriends.  
They lived in a garden level apartment, too.  
And they lived in a really cold place. 


Good friends, Laverne and Shirley.  
Like peas and carrots.  
Bread and butter.   


So, welcome, Shirley!  Welcome to the family.  
We look forward to many fine years working together.


See, we all have staff.  
Sometimes we just need eyes for the superheroes in our lives! 


And I cannot wait to fill her up with homemade lentil soup, 
corn chowder from scratch, sweet italian sausage lasagna, 
the Barefoot Contessa's turkey meatloaf, parmesan chicken, 
white bean and rosemary soup,  winter chili...


Fall is surely here.  Look at that list of food!