In case you were sitting around thinking:
"Hey! I wonder what Whiskeymarie has in her refrigerator right now. Does she eat pickled herring too? Does she like the same brand of yogurt that I do? Or, does she sustain herself entirely on booze and condiments?"
Well, this is it- I didn't clean it up, remove anything, or try to toss in some fancy stuff like a leftover rack of lamb with truffles and gold dust from that fabulous dinner party I had last night.
Actually, last night we ordered in Cleveland Wok, the remnants of which you can see here. We had steamed dumplings, Veg fried rice, Chicken with black bean sauce and spicy beef lo mein.
The energy drinks belong to the Mr.
I consider it a personal victory that I finally nagged him into submission and now he drinks the sugar-free ones. Ha! Nagging: 1, Husband: 0.
You'll note the jumbo bag of prunes (keeps you regular!), one lonely sweet potato, two bags of organic field greens (I can't remember which one is older. I hate when that happens), the syrup brought forward from its usual resting place in the back (banana-cranberry-pecan pancakes this morning), and leftover jar of orange nacho cheese from an after-going out binge. The white packet is tonight's dinner- salmon something or other. I haven't thought dinner through quite yet.
Oh, and there is a really old pack of sauerkraut in there that I haven't bothered to check the date on to see if it's toxic waste yet or not.
The freezer is pretty boring.
Some decaf coffee that's been in there since last Christmas (I don't understand the concept of "decaf", but I hate throwing things away), light ice cream (it is to ice cream what Boone's Farm is to fine wine), many, many frozen bananas, some leftover pumpkin in a container labeled "lamb", frozen peas from the farmer's market this summer, frozen berries, and then a bunch of shit in the back that I'm afraid of.
And yes, my refrigerator is from (approximately) 1982. It is ugly. But I'm one of those sad people that won't get rid of something as long as it still works. When it breaks, then we'll get something that isn't beige with smoky brown drawers.
Until then, beige it is.
So there you go- another 5 minutes of your life that you'll never get back.
Sorry to have done this to the both of us.