You can always tell what my life is like by looking in my refrigerator. With my Mom being gravely ill and then passing away, things have been hectic here to say the least. Today, Rachel helped me clean out the fridge of all of its extreme science experiments.
A few months ago, when my Mom was in the hospital for 2 weeks, and I was running back and forth, we had a similar experience with the fridge. The volume of unidentifiable foods was overwhelming. What I remember most was what we determined was a black lemon with white fuzz all over it in a ziplock bag and a rotted, dehydrated, moldy tomato that clung desperately onto the side of a Tupperware container. After that incident, I vowed to never let that happen to my fridge again.
I broke my promise, and it was really out of my control. I haven’t been home long enough for weeks to deal with the fridge and its contents. Poor Rachel bravely faced the horrible task of tossing out rancid, festering science experiments once again.
Tomorrow I will head to the organic market on the beach and the grocery store. I will choose wisely and take special care to make sure all the food gets consumed and does not even have a chance to rot in the vast darkness that we call the refrigerator. When I open the door tomorrow and look at the beautiful, fresh food in there, I will know I am on my way to restoring order in my life.
What is in your fridge?