After spending more hours scrubbing than one appliance deserves, I kne-w-w-w-w disclosure was imminent ...well, only if I completely disregard personal pride and dignity.
I hate refrigerator cleaning! (I have heard that confession is good for the soul...) Perhaps a few sessions in therapy would take me to the origin of this painful admission...could also help me with the attitude adjustment I sorely need. But today, with company coming this weekend (hoping they don't read this and decide the I-5 corridor to Mary's B&B is not the best chosen route), I decided the task could no longer be put aside. I plowed ahead. First emptying the shelves and doors; then dismantling the in-nerds. That took perhaps 25 minutes. The white interior, after a good scrub, then clean drawer liners now looked wonderful! Job well done!
Then I turned around and saw my counters--FULL of 1/2 empty/1/2 eaten food containers--with an occasional mold peeking around the lids. When had I bought all this? I couldn't remember using this salad dressing, lemon juice, ketchup (I don't even like ketchup!), jams, chocolate topping, mayonnaise, wine vinegar, etc. Even Gilly stood at a distance. Obviously, the next job is REALLY why I don't like this experience. I am also reminded, as I look over the mess, that I rarely check the Sell-by/Use by dates.
I won't go into just how far the dates went back in history--I do have some dignity. But I will say that most of the labels are no longer found on grocery shelves....
Now the most-hated job is completed!! The refrigerator looks lovely--albeit a bit empty. Smells clean! Everything in its place. Wanna come over for dinner...before disaster hits once again?
I keep the ketchup in the fridge,
though from now on I’m going to keep it in the bottle.
Less messy, I figure.
― Jarod Kintz
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