I’m proudly the most worldly appliance residing in this house. Indeed, I’ve tasted more of the world than most of my brethren. From creamy cheesecakes topped with succulent sweet strawberries in the New York style, to the savory and spicy curries in the manner of an Indian tikka masala, I’ve hosted foods from the world over.
Not only can I boast of being worldly, but I can rest assured in my usefulness as well. For what would my humans do without me? It is because of me that they can keep fresh the nutritious meats, vegetables, and dairy products that make for their livelihoood. Were it not for my cool crisp storage capacity they would constantly be leaving the house in search of fresh ingredients. Thanks to me, eggs, butter, cheese, carrots, celery, mayonnaise, meats, pickles – an outright smorgasbord – can be kept readily on hand.
While I do take great pride in the services I can offer to my humans, they remain puzzling creatures. I know that I am an essential element of any cooking that is to be done, but from time to time they place upon my shelves fully cooked meals, containing ingredients I’ve never known. These meals are usually self-contained in either paper bags and wrappings or odd plastic boxes. I know not how those humans procure this foodstuff unbeknownst to me, and I fear I shall never figure it out.
