I’m about to get really personal with you — maybe a little too personal. Whatever the case may be, I think we’re reading to move our relationship up to the next level. I’m not handing you over a key to my place, and you’re definitely not getting a drawer for your clothes because I don’t even have enough room for mine. What you will be getting is a sneak peek into my fridge.
You can tell a lot by a person by the contents of their fridge — whether they’re clean, organized, and well.. you can tell what they eat. It’s a sad day for you though because it’s the 26th of the month which means the fridge contents are slowly decreasing and my stomach is shrinking (okay, not really). February 1 is only 5 days away (which means grocery money is all mine!).
Take it all in….
It looks innocent enough — but to be honest with you, it’s too messy for me. Laugh if you must, but this is what my fridge looks like when it’s messy.
Top shelf: Milk (Husband’s), Corona (Husband’s), leftover rice and black bean soup, homemade pumpkin puree, organic ketchup, applesauce, apple cider, regular and decaf coffee (because I’m going half caff on you…).
Second shelf: Pumpkin, tomato paste (hiding behind pumpkin), cherry coke (Husband’s — disgusting!), blueberry pie (Husband’s), leftover pork cutlet (Husband’s), and Nutmeric!
Third Shelf: tomatoes, hummus (my lone container that’s left), marinara sauce, leftover tacos from way too long ago (Husband’s), and parmesan cheese (Husband’s).
Fruit Bin: 1/2 peck of pink lady apples, 1 grapefruit, coconut water, and cranberries
Vegetable Bin: lettuce, onion, peppers, mushrooms, celery, carrots
Door Shelves: eggs, earth balance, almond milk, and a whole bunch of condiments.
Freezer: A big big mess — all the Tupperware containers have baked goods in them which I have frozen. Then there’s those disgusting frozen brussels sprouts, a few frozen pizzas (Husband’s).
Some more baked goods for myself — and a huge pound of butter.
The Husband also told me to tell you all that he does not advocate drinking.. at all.
But it’s not mine.. and it’s not Charlie’s — we must have a ghost who really really likes Corona.
Now that we have advanced our relationship a little bit, you’ll have to know that some nights I put face masks on — and they’re scary. I also have this horrible habit of biting my cuticles. Oh, and I’m a bed hog for sure — but if you think you’re getting in bed with me, you’re so wrong. You have to keep going home every night. I’m not that kind of girl.
Question: What is in your fridge?
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