The plastic handles dig into my fingers as I gingerly step over the legos and dolls that litter the family room. One more load and all the groceries will be in the house. Every week I head to the store thinking that we only need an handful of things, and every week I come home with bags and bags of staples and goodies. Then I have to figure out where to stash everything I’ve bought.
Once all the bags have been brought in and I’ve found a way to entertain the children for a few minutes I grab a trash bag and open the fridge. I’ve got to find a way to make room for all the fresh groceries. Our fridge is such a mess that there’s bound to be any number of items past their prime that can be thrown away.
An almost empty container of sour cream – sell by date 10/05/07 – into the trash it goes.
A block of Colby Jack cheese with more green than orange or white – into the trash.
An empty bag of shredded Mozzarella cheese – how did that even end up back in the fridge? – into the trash.
What is that? – Don’t want to know – into the trash
Hey! There’s the ground beef I bought two weeks ago. Ew. – Into the trash.
Slowly the chaos in the refrigerator is being organized and I’m starting to see where the groceries will go. Once the trash bag is full and shelves are cleared I take a deep breath and open the produce drawers. What will it be today? Soggy cucumber? Rotten bell pepper? Ah, no, just a dried out eggplant. Oh, right, I was going to make eggplant parm this week. Bummer. I was really craving that.
Once I’ve cleared enough space in the fridge I turn my attention to the grocery bags that surround me. Milk and OJ on the top shelf. Yogurts, mine and C’s, on the bottom. Everything else gets shoved wherever I can find a spot. Three bags later and the shelves are well stocked. We have the makings for at least four home cooked meals, breakfasts, and snacks. All that’s left are the frozen veggies and the ice cream. I straighten up, stretch my back, and turn my attention to the freezer where I start the whole dance all over again.
This post was inspired by the Sunday Scribblings prompt “Fridge Space.”
I was going to show you pictures of the inside of my fridge, but I’m so embarrassed by how disgusting it is that I just can’t bring myself to post them. Considering the stuff I write about, admitting that embarrasses me even more, but I’m pretty sure I’m still never going to find the time to clean it out properly.
As for the freezer, I’ve convinced myself that having it that well stocked helps keep everything nice and cold. Please don’t tell me if I’m wrong.