I am amazed at the Suburban Correspondent's organized fridge. She thinks it's a mess. Sure, it's not perfect. But, really? She should be proud. Sometimes I think I exist just to make her feel better. I can't go longer than a month without cleaning it, and I try to do it more often. Last week, the thing exploded. When you have levitating strawberries, you know you're in trouble. Yes, that's right. If you don't get to cleaning the fridge in time, you may have more than science experiments, you may have paranormal experiences.
Isn't that sad? NOW, it looks all squeaky clean and orderly, because I dropped everything and took care of it. Do you know that I fished flour out of the fruit bin, a few lego pieces and pencils out. I found fossilized old dinners and sob! FROZEN tomatoes from the garden (early frost). There were a few moldy pieces of fruit, some stray bitten apples, 2 tubs of butter, 1 cracked, and 2 ketchups, 2 mustards and 2 hidden bags of lemons. There were ends of salami and empty bread bags. There were a few penicllin farms. There was even a baggie with a slimy piece of cheese on the inside and a dry plastic piece of cheese on the outside. I decided that chip dip shouldn't bubble, so that went the way of the world. There were 3, yes that's 3 cans of whipped cream that my purchasing agent got at Sam's instead of getting a tub of cool whip like I planned. Before I could do anything with them, the offspring had lost the lids and sucked who knows how much fatty sweet goodness out of them and now they do NOT spray and all the 1/2 can left of each of them only drips ever so slowly out. The trash can was heavy when I got done. It looks so good now, I never want it to get that bad again. It felt AWFUL seeing all the wasted food. We must do better. I am on a campaign to eat healthier, mostly spurred by the fact that I have already had to ban hot dogs and go-gurts to save my sanity and the purchasing agent also bought a whole big tub of bubble gum. The ensuing scene of carnage was horrible. It looked like the bowels of that tub were digested and blown up all over the place in one massive explosion. NO MORE GUM! Everything else that has a bit of processed anything ends up pretty much the same, so I quit. If it comes in a wrapper, I probably don't want it in my house. Wish me luck!