It was our last morning after enjoying a wonderfully relaxing weekend away. We were lazing in bed, not yet ready to go home, when I turned to my husband and said, “Do you remember the old metal ice cube trays with the handles you lifted up to loosen the ice cubes?” He looked over at me incredulously and said, “What?” So I repeated myself, but more slowly. “Do you remember the old metal ice cube trays with the handles you lifted up to loosen the ice cubes?” Still looking at me, and two heartbeats later, he said, “Well, yes I do. The ice tasted kind of funny because the trays were made of aluminum.” Now that I had his attention I said, “So, then you remember when they came out with plastic ones that you twisted to get the ice out?” “Yes, I remember those also”, he says. Three heartbeats later, with his voice just a tiny bit higher than normal, he asked, “What made you think of that!?
In my defense, we would start packing to go home as soon as we un-snuggled and left our comfy bed. I was thinking about the small ice chest we take in the car so we can have cold drinks while traveling and the need to remember to add ice to it. And somehow my sleepy mind had drifted to the old metal trays of my childhood.
I have always been an ice nut. I don’t know why. I grew up in hot southern Arizona but not everyone there is freakish about ice. No excuse there. But I even put a couple cubes in my breakfast cereal bowl lest the milk becomes lukewarm before I reach the bottom. And any drink worth mentioning deserves ice. That is a fact. (OK, except coffee)
Back at home weeks later I amazingly came across these ice cube trays in a cupboard at my 95-year-old mother-in-law’s house. She has quite a collection of them. I was so excited to be able to photograph them for this piece.