Fridge Space


My fridge space alternates

Between

Double-stacked Tupperware containers containing I-can't-remember-what, but it must be good because I saved it goodies, Styrofoam and plastic takeout holders with leftovers of last weekend's dinner out, green fuzzy science projects in saran covered bowls, Corning ware dishes with mystery meat in maybe gravy and remnants of what looks like stew, opened jars of condiments, jams and jellies ranging from full to one tablespoon left if you scrape the bottom carefully, seven-layer dip that can't be used because we have no chips, oranges and apples jockeying for in-between space amongst the foregoing because the veggie bins are full, and

Where the heck can I put the new groceries

Stuffed.

To

Shrivelled apple, desiccated green onion and limp carrot in bin, half carton of skim milk, slice of week-old dry mushroom pizza, and

There's nothing to eat

Barren.


A Sunday Scribblings post.

Comments

Anonymous said…
wonderfully done. Personally, I rarely have the "barren" problem, but no matter the lack of space there never seems to be anything to eat.
February 08, 2008 1:55 pm
Anonymous said…
Sounds just loike my fridge - as you'll discover if you pay me a visit. Nice onme.
February 08, 2008 3:19 pm
Anonymous said…
Very clever, the writing that is, not the fridge ;)
February 09, 2008 5:16 am
Anonymous said…
This sounds like a case of too much being too little :-)
February 09, 2008 6:33 am
Anonymous said…
LOL! Well done! I understand. :-)
February 09, 2008 12:52 pm
Anonymous said…
Ha! my fridge has had times like this too. Sorry I forgot to 'translate' my fridge. Rocket is aragula, I believe. Aubergine is eggplant, Courgette is zuchini.
I enjoyed this glimpse!
February 09, 2008 3:06 pm
Anonymous said…
Very entertaining read.
February 09, 2008 10:31 pm
Anonymous said…
Stuffed to the roof, nothing to eat.



Spaced Out
February 10, 2008 9:50 am
Anonymous said…
Ahh yes, I unfortunately understand!
February 10, 2008 7:27 pm
Anonymous said…
What perfect descriptions of both "states of fridge!" I know, because I've seen them both in person. ;o) Great job!
February 11, 2008 10:56 am
Anonymous said…
Amazing, how a fridge can be so full and there's nothing fit to eat. Good post!
February 11, 2008 1:18 pm
Anonymous said…
too much too little and nothin to eat... that's good
February 14, 2008 1:41 pm
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