“Fridgedator”. “Get me some milk from the fridgedator, please.”
Another person who grew up with a “den” here.
I’d completely forgotten this but we called the outhouse the kybo in scouts.
Turns out, wikipedia says it is a scouting term.
My mom must have told me in the morning what was on the menu, saying toasted cheese, and I was re-iterating, not reading from the printed menu.
Soy sauce is “bug juice.” So I was taught by my father (on whom be peace), and so I have taught the Ottlets.
While I was growing up we only had station wagons, and the area behind the second seat was the “way back.”
Same here. San Diego.
When I was a kid, it was ‘chesterfield’, not ‘couch’. ‘Sofa’ is relatively-uncommon here, and to me sounds vaguely pretentious.
Anyone else call the horizontal surface behind the rear seats in a sedan, underneath the rear window, the “back deck”?
Another thing we said was “aft” for “afternoon”, as in “What are you doing this aft?”
When I was small, our neighbours across the street had a den. It wasn’t a guest room, though; it was quite small, and there was no bed. It was a relaxation room for the man of the house. (The equivalent for the woman of the house would probably have been called a “sewing room”.)
We didn’t have a den. Our house was too small.
So this has me wondering…Did you call Hot Tamales, Sloppy Joes? Or call Sloppy Joes, Hot Tamales.
And If you were calling HT - SJs… what did you call SJs, and vice versa?
The fridge was always the icebox (this was in the 1950s and '60s).
The old-fashioned beer-can-and-bottle-opener with that pointy thing on one end was a church key.
The record player was always a phonograph—or a record player. (I don’t think we ever had a proper stereo).
Doing Number Two was taking a dump.
What we would call Hamburger Helper today, my mother called goulash.
Canned hotdogs are called ‘wobbly sausages’.
If something (TV remote, keys, etc) can’t be found in its regular place, it has ‘misappeared’
My mom calls it that when she’s not being very serious.
None of the houses I grew up in had a “den”. They had “offices” (where my self-employed Dad did his business paperwork, so, yes, an actual office), “spare bedrooms” (also self-explanatory), “front rooms” (also called “living rooms”), and, once, a “game room”, which was a portion of a finished basement with a pool table, a foosball table, a bar, a sofa, a loveseat, a large CRT TV, and a partridge in a pear tree. (Always thought we kinda went overboard on that place.)
To me, this is the “Very back”, as seen in SUVs (what station wagons morphed into in the 1990s). Same concept.
sandwhich meat = donkey dick.
I had never heard it called anything else (ie Devon) until I was at university
We had a spare bedroom upstairs that we called a den once… but it was seldom used and gradually filled up with the stuff that didn’t have anywhere else to go. Somewhere along the line, what used to be “the den” eventually became known as “the pit.”
“Way Back” must be pretty common (it’s what we called it – 70s NY metro area) – as it’s now a film referring to said space in station wagons/hatchbacks.
ETA: The film is actually called the Way Way Back, but it is partly in reference to the station wagon space.
We had a 1964 station wagon which allowed different configurations of the back. When it was set up for maximum seating, there was the back seat, then a narrow space (where I liked to ride), and then a rear-facing bench seat called the Way Back.
The bed of a pickup truck was the Yard. (This was when kids were allowed to ride in open truck beds.)
We also had a place in our house called Under the Coats. This was in an open alcove between the living room and kitchen with a clothes rod in it. There was no door on it to make it a closet, and we didn’t have a name for the part where we hung coats, but anything stored on the floor underneath them was referred to as being under the coats, even when there were no coats present.
I’ve mentioned dad’s '66 Ford Galaxie 500 7-Litre before. I always called it ‘the 7-Litre’; not ‘Galaxie’ or ‘Ford’.
There was no pillar between the front and rear windows. Putting all the windows down was sorta-kinda like being in a convertible. Dad and I called that ‘going sporty’.
The car had bucket seats with a console between them. If I was a good little boy I’d get to sit on the console. This was called the ‘treat seat’.
Dad called them whores’ ovaries.
Evidently, in Egypt it is still common to generically refer to an appliance that makes cold air as a Frigidaire. When visiting there a few years ago, we stayed in a private residence that was otherwise vacant and our host assured us that he would equip the place with a “Frigidaire.”
Indeed he did. Unfortunately for our needs, what he provided was a freezer instead of a refrigerator. We learned quickly not to leave our water bottles in it overnight.
You learn something new every day! I’ve never seen that commercial before (thank god because that was annoying).
I really want a dooter now. I suppose I have one, though, don’t I? 
We had a den as well. It was the room in the back of the house that my Dad used as an office type thing. Later on it was converted into a bedroom for one of my brothers.