I went into appliance-covet phase early. The first time I laid eyes on the Snoopy Sno-Cone Maker I knew that I needed to have it. Fortunately for me, my father fully supported my Snoopy obsession and was usually willing to get me anything with that beloved dog plastered all over it.

When I finally got my hands on that thing, I made Sno Cones but found that it was too much of a pain in the ass to make the syrup. Usually we just used whatever soda, juice, delight was in the fridge and that was what flavor sno-cone I enjoyed.

After a couple of weeks I grew tired of cleaning up the mess and also realized that the sno-cones tasted kind of manky. It sat in my room, on the window sill for the next 5 years untouched.

Thus began my journey as an appliance whore. One at the front door, another out the back.