There’s a division in our household.  A division between Kristin and I.  She’s a die hard advocate for all things crushed ice and I, on the other hand, have nothing but disdain for it.  I just spent fifteen minutes in a fight with our refrigerator door.  I despise the crushed ice option.  I hate it with all that’s in me.  I don’t like crushed ice, I don’t like the sound that it makes while it’s crushing and I don’t like the time it takes to crush.  But the thing I hate the most is when all the crushed ice gets stuck in the little thing that the ice falls through and builds up, and stays there.  

See here’s the thing.  Once that ice gets stuck between freezer temperature and kitchen temperature something bad happens.  It starts to melt a little and then freeze a little and eventually turns to a solid baseball sized rock of ice.  The unknowing, thirst subject then presses the lever to get ice and there’s nothing.  Nothing but the loud, grinding sound of metal and ice.  By the time said thirsty subject figures out what’s going on a large amount of crushed ice has now built up behind the solid, melted piece and that large amount of ice is no longer crushed ice, but a fine icy powder.

It’s at this point the frustrated, thirsty individual is forced to reach up into the place where the ice should be falling and loosen the now frozen rock of ice.  Once loosened guess what?  A five gallon bucket of ice powder is freed and then pours out filling not only the cup but pouring out all over the kitchen floor.  All I’m saying is ice was made to be cubed.  

What about you?  Are you a crushed ice or a cubed ice person?