Brad was going to have some orange juice the other day. He got out some ice and started to do this ninja thwack on them with the back of a spoon as he held each cube.
Me- (Dodging ice shards) What are you doing?
Brad – Crushing ice. (Dodging ice shards)
Me – You’ll put your eye out. We have an ice crusher.
Lloyd – We do?
Me – We used to have two.
Lloyd – Huh. (Back to his video game, oblivious to the shards.)
Yes, during our regular thrift-store-shopping days, we used to be ice crusher-rich. They’re pretty nifty devices. The other one was a wall-mounted model but we got rid of it before we moved into this house. Good thing, too – there’s no telling where I might have put it.
I got the tabletop model out. The teeth are very danger-y looking.
You load it up with ice, close the lid, turn the crank, and a few noisy seconds later…..
viola‘! Crushed ice and a stronger bicep! Take that, Brad’s fancy fridge!
Brad says
Mmm… crushed ice… I love it! So does my dentist.
Beth says
I get jibblies thinking of chewing ice. *jibblie*
Curt says
That is a cool machine. I like it.
Why is chewing ice bad for your teeth anyway?
Lauren says
Because it’s like chewing tiny, cold boulders.
Curt says
And what’s wrong with that?
Lloyd says
It sort of makes me feel sorry for the ice.
Amy says
Man I almost an old one for making slushies … I wish I had! oh well!