the feral vermonter’s sweet-ass walk-in refrigerator

Visiting a friend I am overcome with the glory of his walk-in. Situated just off the kitchen, during the day it doubles as his sunroom (wherein he is starting some two dozen different varieties of bean plants, in January, pretty much just because he can), but at night it has been a joy and a pleasure and a great aid in my remembering how to make pie dough using the Julia Child Mastering* method, wherein everything must be kept frosty. Incidentally I love the Mastering instruction and my results from it, and recommend it everywhere. It tells you exactly what to do, finicky-like, but also tells you you’ve got to get your hands dirty and get the feel of it, which cured me clean of any residual ambient fear of pie dough. So.

*…the Art of French Cooking, Knopf 1961.

[**addendum** I thought I might add that the sunroom is just an old porch glassed in with old wooden storm-windows, two by fours and spray foam insulation. Took about a day and a $100.]

2 Comments on “the feral vermonter’s sweet-ass walk-in refrigerator”

  1. Caitlin says:

    Guess I’ll have to get me a new copy of J.C. Mastering the Art. I think my original 1971 copies of 1&2 disintegrated.

  2. Will Huenink says:

    I’ll keep my eye out for you. They’re pretty common used at about $7 as of a couple years ago.

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