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I just cleared out the fridge. It was appalling.
I'm one of those people whose refrigerators are ruled by guilt. I throw a party and carefully store the remaining third of a bottle of ranch dressing that didn't fit on the veggies plate, because pitching it would be wasteful. I take a failed cooking experiment and put it into Tupperware anyway, guilting myself into believing I will someday be hungry enough to eat it.
Then I open the fridge and see all this stuff I don't want to eat. Reminder! My Cooking Sucks! Reminder! Eat This Before It Develops A New Civilization! Gee, that's appetizing. Maybe it's time for a run to the grocery store, to get something I do want to eat? But the fridge is full...
Gone now. All gone.
At that, it isn't even a complete sweep. We still own soft drinks, which is ludicrous given that neither of us has touched that sort of stuff in years. We still own six distinct and separate jars of mustard. But anything we would neither eat nor give to someone else is history.
I'm surprised at how good it feels to look in there now.
I'm one of those people whose refrigerators are ruled by guilt. I throw a party and carefully store the remaining third of a bottle of ranch dressing that didn't fit on the veggies plate, because pitching it would be wasteful. I take a failed cooking experiment and put it into Tupperware anyway, guilting myself into believing I will someday be hungry enough to eat it.
Then I open the fridge and see all this stuff I don't want to eat. Reminder! My Cooking Sucks! Reminder! Eat This Before It Develops A New Civilization! Gee, that's appetizing. Maybe it's time for a run to the grocery store, to get something I do want to eat? But the fridge is full...
Gone now. All gone.
At that, it isn't even a complete sweep. We still own soft drinks, which is ludicrous given that neither of us has touched that sort of stuff in years. We still own six distinct and separate jars of mustard. But anything we would neither eat nor give to someone else is history.
I'm surprised at how good it feels to look in there now.
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What IS it about condiments? I know I used to do impromptu picnics, and that's where the mustard jars came from. But I can't explain the rest of them. I think as soon as the door closes and the light goes out, they breed.