GE Refrigerator 2 Door length 35.5, width 25.25, height 68.25
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To those jerks who stole from the little pastry shop in the union, go to hell. The people who work there are extremely nice and didn't deserve to throw out most of their products because you felt like stealing and leaving the door to their refrigerator open. Honestly. Grow up.
Ok just discovered a new college life hack that I don't know why I didn't think of before:magnets on your refrigerator! I am NOTORIOUS for losing AND being paranoid of losing my student ID and my laundry card. With this new college life hack, I can take my cards and stick them onto my mini-fridge with magnets! Thus I will never have to worry about losing my cards again! #Genius!
First off, are they interchangeable? I do not make old fashions (hate my ice/refrigerator...). Im talking mixed drinks, sour variations, etc. My staples are Rittenhouse + Buffalo Trace. Im trying to understand when/how is it a good time for Rye vs Regular Whisky? If I dont make old fashions or drink neat is the bourbon essentially useless for me?
I do not want to write this. Remembering what happened November of 2013 is normally at the bottom of my To Do list, but not today. Today this is a story that I need to tell. I’ve told it before to some close friends and family, but never like this. I need to write it. It’s been more than a year and I still can’t sleep, so I might as well type. I'll post updates as I write them.
My name is Rachel Smith and the Nauvoo House was haunted. Sorry if that’s a spoiler for you, but I’ve had enough suspense to last me eight lifetimes. I’m going to tell you about what happened to me, and what happened to my best friend during our second year of college. I won’t exaggerate or change any part of the story because this isn’t just a story to me. I know some people don’t believe me. I don’t care. This is for the people that do, for the people that will, for the people who will experience what I have. If anything like this has ever happened to you, you are not alone, and you can make it through.
I wish I had someone to tell me that. I’ve thought a lot about whether I should change the names or not. Since I’m posting this on my account I’ve decided to keep my name the same, but change the other people involved.
I was nineteen years old and in my second year of school. A Music Major down at Snow College, I aspired to score films. I was going to be the next Hans Zimmer and I was going to change the face of the music industry and the world. In that order. This was going to be a great year.
Our truck pulled in front of the house and I laughed for the millionth time. No more crappy college dorms. I was renting a house with a real kitchen and a living room with couches where everyone could sit and talk. There was a backyard and real bathrooms. The white house was surrounded by huge trees that offered privacy, a newly painted red picket fence, and a cobblestone walkway that led to the front door.
It had taken quite a bit of work to get us here, but I talked to the landlord early enough that our places were secured before anyone else applied. By us I mean me and my best friend Vanessa. I’d met her fall semester of last year in our Music Theory class. We bonded over making fun of the teacher, she walked with me to get my mail, I went to her apartment that night for a crepe party and we were inseparable from then on.
But life is messy and complicated. After a year of near perfect friendship, we had a falling out. We hadn’t parted on the best of terms, but by then we’d already signed the contract to live together the next year. Like it or not, we were going to be roommates.
I opened the car door and hopped down onto the cracked Ephraim road. I’d missed this road. My family piled out of the truck and started to unload my things from the back. Before I could worry too much about seeing Ness, the front door opened and she came running out to meet me.
It was like no time had passed at all. I think that’s how real friendships work. We hugged, she was smaller than I remembered, and she immediately started taking boxes out of the truck bed. I don’t have the best memory when it comes to little details, but I remember her outfit clearly. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a camo handkerchief, her shirt was neon orange with the sleeves cut out and she wore big baggy grey sweats. I remember that she apologized for what she was wearing, she switched outfits after my family went home, but I didn’t mind. It was nice to see her after a summer apart. We hadn’t spoken in months, but it looked like everything was going to be okay.
I took hold of a suitcase (the one with wheels because I’m all about minimizing effort) and helped herd my family into the house. Sunlight streamed through the large windows in the living room and the kitchen was a buttery yellow with white trim.
The Nauvoo House, for so it was called, was around one hundred years old. The windows were all the original glass, the kind that was sort of warped and wavy, and the stairs were narrow and very steep. They went up for around ten steps, then there was a three foot by three foot landing, a sharp corner, and four more steps into the smallest hallway you have ever seen in your life. From the top step to the back wall was probably four feet. It was up these stairs that my luggage had to go. At the top of the stairs there were two doorways opposite each other. These were the upstairs bedrooms. Our room was the door on the left. It was the best room in the whole house.
For one, it was the biggest. Our room was directly above the living room and took up 70% of the second floor. After an awkward stair that was placed oddly in the doorway, you stepped down into our room. The ceiling sloped down with the roof at one end and there were three windows in total, two looking off towards the college and one looking into the front yard. The sunlight poured in through these windows. The trees reached the top of the house here and the leaves filtered the sunlight, lighting up the room with bright greens and yellows. We piled my belongings into the room, a seemingly endless train of people carrying boxes and bags. My father and my mother carried the heavy things with me while my three younger siblings grabbed the pillows, bedding, and whatever other such items they could find.
As my youngest sister walked into the house for the first time she looked at me and said, “This house feels… funny. I don’t think that I like it.” Her face sort of scrunched up as she looked around. “Don’t be silly, Laura!” I dismissed her with a grin. “This house is perfect.” The only requirement in my head for the house to qualify was that it be a house. The fact that it existed and was mine made it the greatest house that had ever been built. She followed me up the stairs carrying a lamp and when she entered our room she made the same sort of face. “I just don’t like it. It feels strange."
“I don’t feel anything.” I replied. “Except heat. Is the fan still in the truck? That’s going to be necessary. I’ll go grab it.” Looking back, we did everything wrong. If our life had been a scary movie that would have been the first sign, the harbinger of doom, but our life wasn’t a movie. It was our life. In hindsight I can see all of the signs that we ignored, I can see everything that we did wrong, but at the time we were just living. We were happy. After everything was shuttled into the house my parents took Jess and me to Walmart to stock up on food. As college kids, this was one of the greatest gestures of kindness that we could comprehend. They bought us chicken and rice and cheese and bread, enough for a lifetime, or so it felt like.
At the store, under the harsh fluorescent lights of Ephraim’s Walmart, Ness and I fell back into sync. Whatever differences we’d had in the past melted away. It was like nothing had changed between us, as though it had been a mere day since we’d been together even though we’d spent the summer not speaking.
My parents told me later that they were thrilled to see us get along so well. They had been worried about us, but it took five minutes of shopping to see that we were going to be fine. Maybe better than fine.
Eventually my family had to go. I hugged them, we exchanged our tearful goodbyes, and I watched them drive away. It was sad to be away from my family, I had such good relationships with them all, but there is nothing like living on your own. And now I had a house to live in.
Things weren’t quite perfect though. The house was absolutely filthy. Dirt rimmed the bathtubs, cobwebs hung from the entirety of the kitchen ceiling, and the basement had no positive qualities to speak of. But we were undeterred. The first few hours of our new life were dedicated to an intense cleaning, but it was fun. I was wearing a black lacy dress, a stark contrast to her jeans and plaid shirt, but we got down and scrubbed and polished and organized like it was a treat.
There were a few odd things that we discovered. In the living room there was a four foot by four foot vent in the floor. The floor around it creaked and groaned, bending under the weight of anyone who stepped on it. Outside there were little hand prints rusted into the stucco walls. They were outside every door and under every window. We tried to get them off, thinking they were just dirt hand prints at first, but nothing we did had any effect.
After a while we turned our attention to the basement. The stairs were wooden slats, the kind you see in scary movies. The walls crumbled away if you touched them, and the floor was just dirt covered in layers of rugs. There was trash everywhere, old boxes, packing supplies, extension cords, old food. It was awful. In the initial tour of the house we hadn't been told there was a basement at all. It was news to us, but we were excited about it. We dreamed of cleaning it up, purchasing some Christmas lights and old couches, and turning the place into a den where we could get together and party. It was a good dream.
We immediately set to work cleaning the basement. We picked up all the trash, threw out the rotten food, and cleaned around the old, disconnected water heaters. It wasn’t glamorous work, but this was our honeymoon phase and we were loving it.
In the northeast corner a large refrigerator box stood propped up in the corner. We hadn’t thought about it much. Ness picked up an old cardboard box from the ground and that refrigerator box began to fall, light as a feather, in slow motion. She stepped out of the way, a reflex, and then the basement exploded.
Another water heater had been behind that box. Without reason it had fallen nearly on top of her. 800 pounds of water came gushing out of the top and for a second we stood there in shock. Then we got to work. We couldn’t move it at all, it was much too heavy. But the basement was quickly filling with water, soaking the old rugs and turning the floor into mud. Ness ran upstairs and came back with two plastic ice cream buckets that had previously been under the sink.
We bailed out the basement. She filled up one bucket, I ran it upstairs and dumped it out in the sink, then ran back downstairs and traded her an empty bucket for a full one. I don’t remember how long we did this for. It felt like an eternity.
Then finally we heard our roommates, whom we had not yet met, come home. We shouted upstairs for them to come and help us. Thankfully, they were lovely people and came to our rescue on that Friday night. Bryce, Taylor, Kaylie, and Mikaela helped us lift the water heater off the dirt floor, but it we couldn’t get it to lean back up against the wall. There was a hill of dirt in the way and we weren’t sure how it had ever sat there in the first place. There didn’t seem to be any room for it. Eventually Ness used one of the old buckets to dig out a hole where we could place the water heater.
Once that was done we had a muddy floor and a whole mess of wet rugs. The basement was too humid for them to dry on their own. We would have to take them out. It was a great way to get to know your roommates, that’s for sure.
By then it was pretty late. The next day was Saturday, so we decided to take care of it then. We left the soggy basement and made the long trek up to the second floor. As we walked through the kitchen I thought I something reflected in the far window. It looked like a person standing behind me, but I was last in the line to go upstairs. When I turned around, there was no one there. I just assumed that it was the warped glass doing strange things to the reflections, and went to bed. But that wasn’t the last time I’d see that reflection.
It wasn’t until the next day that I understood the gravity of what had happened. If Ness hadn’t stepped out of the way, she would have been crushed by the water heater. The two of us together couldn’t even roll it. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything to help her. I would have watched my best friend die.
But she had stepped out of the way. So even if there was no reason for that heater to have fallen in the first place, it didn’t matter now. Right?
Have a section of your freezer dedicated for meal sized bags of meat. Each of these bags should have the amount of meat that you would expect to eat with a three course meal (it may be useful to have two slightly different sizes for lunch and dinner). Some of the bags I prepare the most often are either Chicken, Steak, Pork, Lamb, or Sausage.
For all of these types of meat (except sausage), cooking and eating them without adding a rub or marinade will make them much less appetizing to most of us. But adding marinade and a rub to meat can be a lengthy process within itself. This is why I recommend buying a bulk quantity of any particular meat when it is on sale, marinating and rubbing all of the meat together while stacked on a large cutting board (or preferably a baking sheet), and then bagging and freezing the bags of meat. While it can be fun to initially experiment with rubs and marinades, I recommend buying pre-made rubs from your grocery store (or even online) for guaranteed taste.
The day before you would cook your meal, just reach into your freezer and pull out the bag of meat you want in or on the side of your meal. Refrigerate it overnight, and the slow-thawing will further tenderize your future meat meal.
Here are some easy sides to go with your meat:
carbos:
RICE (easiest with rice cooker, very easy with stove top)
InstaRICE (store bought pre-made rice sides, ex. brocolli and cheese)
Fried Orzo (boil 2/3 cup orzo in 2 cup water until orzo is cooked, drain water, pan fry food processed carrots and 1/2 cup chicken broth in frying pan (with oil) for 1 minute, and add orzo and fry for another 2 minutes)
Grits (easy in microwave, better on stovetop, delicious with extra butter and a little bit of cheese)
Insta Mashed Potatoes (very easy to make)
Greens:
Broccoli (raw or boiled in pot for 1 min)
Collard Greens (cheap and nutritious, like broccoli)
Green Beans (these have a very short refrigerator shelf life, I suggest bagging them like the meat into meal size proportions and freezing unused bags)
Carrots (food processed carrots can also make carbo dishes (like orzo) much better, if bulk food-processing a lot of carrots, you can also freeze bags for future meals).
Assume that no one has been here for a few days and all the contents of the fridge/freezer are room temperature.
Now my wife is bitching at me because she is thirsty and has to wait for the water to filter and get cold in the refrigerator. Also, she is pregnant and her hormones are insane.
Hello friends. Some of you may recall a thread I posted recently about a bar I was in the process of building. It's my first ever REAL woodworking project, and I'm pretty happy with it overall.
My first major project in (what I guess you could call) woodworking was about a year ago. I moved into a new house, and the kitchen was functional, but ass-ugly. So I busted my ass and redid the entire thing. I got rid of the old appliances, ripped down the ugly backsplash mural painted by the previous owner, sanded and stained the cabinets and doors, and replaced all of the hardware.
It was a tremendous pain in the ass, but worth it in the end. However while this was a lot of sanding and staining, I can't really legitimately consider it true woodworking so I don't count that as my first ever project. Since moving into this same house, I've long wanted to extend the wet bar area to include an actual serving bar. I looked around at various bars on Amazon and other sites, and had an impossible time finding exactly what I wanted and needed. So I recently decided it was in my best interest to attempt to build one custom. This, ladies and gents, is my actual first woodworking project.
First thing was to get an idea of how big the thing was going to be. The area in question is relatively small and I don't want or need anything huge anyway, just a simple serving/utility station that looks nice and can tuck away my mini-fridge. So I started by laying out a faux-frame around the area, and cutting the boards to size for a general idea of the size.
Standard bar height is 42" tall, so I planned for 39" 2x4s with one on top and one underneath, building a frame that's exactly 42" tall. Then I built the skeletal frame:
Unfortunately I didn't take the bar TOP into consideration, so the end product is going to be slightly taller than standard. But this is my first DIY project so I'll forgive myself for these small oversights.
I then added rails to the inside of the left side of the bar, and used a leftover piece of pressure-treated wood I had laying around for the interior back wall:
The idea was that it was going to have an open shelf on the upper-left for holding various liquor bottles, and then a closed 2 door cabinet in the lower-left for other random storage. That turned out to be a little much, so I went with a two-level shelving area on the left. I'd also built the fridge compartment tall enough to accommodate mini-fridges up to 33" tall in case I ever replace the one I have with a larger one.
I have lots of experience with electrical wiring, so I included two built-in outlets in the bar - one in the back-bottom of the fridge area, and one on the outer-left side of the bar. The outer outlet has built-in USB ports so guests can easily charge any devices they have with them.
After completing the interior cabinet walls, I went ahead and wired in the first outlet. This is the external decorative outlet that includes USB ports in addition to the standard receptacles.
Next step was to arrange for moulding to go around the edges of the bar top. Most bars have a lip along the edge so if you spill a drink, the liquid doesn't roll off the edge of the bar and drip onto the floor. Unfortunately nobody around here sells half-round moulding (and I didn't want to cram two pieces of quater-round together), so I picked up some dowels and made my own:
Then I completed the refrigerator compartment including the second wired outlet:
From there, it was a matter of getting the outer walls onto the structure and securing them in place. Once that was done, it was also a good idea to test the outlet to make sure everything was working the way it needed to be. My Lava Lamp made an excellent tester.
After that it turned into a pretty big push. The bar surface was added, and unfortunately once this was done I discovered that I made a mistake calculating the lengths of the half-round moulding. I didn't take into consideration the overhang of the moulding going around the top of the bar, so each of the half-round lengths was an inch too short. I picked up more closet rod, cut them to the CORRECT length, and then sliced them in half and attached them to the bar. I also attached the trim, dividing the front into two squares, and finished all of the angles with quarter-round. Then I countersunk all of the nails, filled the gaps with wood filler, and sanded everything really well.
Finally it was time to assemble the shelving area. Unfortunately this is the part of the bar that I'm least happy with, but it turned out functional. After that was done I filled and sanded everything once again, and construction is finally complete:
All it needs now is one final sanding, a twice-over with some tack cloths, and then staining and sealing. I'm leaning toward a cherry or espresso stain, with a poly finish.
This project was a pain in the ass at times, but tremendously rewarding. Thanks for reading, and I hope you like my work. Even though most of you can make something infinitely better in half the time. :)
Hi, quick question on some tipping situations -
1) How much do you tip (if at all) at places where you order at the counter, pay first, you then seat yourself, you get your own water (or you're handed your soda/juice when you ordered), and a food runner makes one trip to bring you your food and condiments?
2) How much do you tip at pho places where the convention seems to be that you order from your table but you don't really have a server - one guy takes orders from every table, if you're lucky there's a water refilling guy on duty, you serve yourself napkins and "silverware" from the bins on your table, the food runner dropping off your pho is the only trip they make, and you go up to the counter (usually to the same guy who takes orders or the owner) to pay? Also, does anyone know how tips are split at places like this?
3) Do you tip when you "eat in" at a Chinese takeout place where, again, they just drop off your food once and if you get a drink at all, it's self service from those Coca-Cola refrigerators and you bus/throw away your own styrofoam plates on the way out?
Most poultry brine recipes call for 2-4 quarts of water. I've never actually tried a brine with that much volume because I don't really have any convenient containers or refrigerator space. Does it matter if I just cut the brine recipe down by 75%? Should I cut ALL of the ingredients (water, salt, sugar) by 75%? It seems like it'd make more sense to cut the water by 75% but only cut the salt/sugar by 50% or so. I usually only do a few breasts of chicken at a time, anyway.
The power consumption of fridge or refrigerator depends on: 1. Ambient temperature 2. Amount of duration of the door being open. 3. Material that have temperatures below the intended temperature of the fridge. E.g. Inserting hot soup in the fridge increases the power consumption while putting cold food decreases the power consumption for a while.
But when all the stored food has reached the intended temperature, will the fridge consume more power compared to when it is empty or has less food inside it?
My own answer: The fridge will consume less power because air is more easily cooled down compared to solids. So the more food you have in the fridge, it will consume more power to keep them cool.
Am I thinking correctly?
I may be expanding to accommodate Golden Teachers. I was wondering if a foot locker, like ones soldiers use at the end of the bunk, is big enough to home 12-15 BDC.
Also, I maybe installing a small battery powered fan inside to a switch to run about 4 hours a day. Humidity would be controlled by peralite and a sprayer. I may include Baking soda to decrease the smells, defiantly burning candles on the room. Baking soda in the form of the refrigerators things so it'd be controlled.
Anything I maybe missing?