Hubby loves to fill his glass brimming to top with ice. Big chunks of ice, fresh out of the freezer. The only problem is that I hate to refill the ice trays. So, when we moved into our apartment in Stamford and saw the ice machine that came with the fridge we thought it would be great. In fact, every time hubby is parched, he heads straight for the freezer and reaches into the deep tray of ice. There are no more ill-spoken words about abandoned ice trays on the counter. No more disappointment when reaching into the freezer only to find one, malformed ice cube left in the tray. And for that, I say “thank you, ice-making-machine.”

















