Americans keep a second refrigerator in the garage. Not a small one. A full sized refrigerator, standing in a garage, usually older than the one in the kitchen, usually the one they used to have in the kitchen. I asked a man why he didn't just get rid of the old one when he bought the new one. He looked at me like I'd suggested drowning a dog. There's a hierarchy in there and it took me a few houses to work it out. The kitchen fridge is for food. The garage fridge is for drinks, overflow, anything in bulk, and a category of items I can only describe as things that are not ready yet. At one house the garage fridge had eleven cans of one thing, a turkey, and a half gallon of milk that a woman told me was "for the dog" without further explanation. The freezer part is worse. The garage freezer contains meat from an event nobody remembers. Every American I've asked has something in there they can't fully identify and won't throw out. One guy said he has venison from a hunt in 2021 and he does not hunt. He said a friend gave it to him. The friend has moved to Arizona. He is not going to eat it and he is not going to throw it away and it has now outlasted the friendship geographically. Then a woman told me something I hadn't considered. She said when her parents downsized, the garage fridge was the hardest thing, because you can't move it and you can't sell it and nobody wants it, but it's the one that had the popsicles in it when they were kids. The garage fridge is where the popsicles were. I did not know that. Now I keep noticing that every American I mention it to says the same thing back to me within one sentence. What's in your garage fridge that you cannot identify.