Boyfriend: “You take a lot of food photos.”
Me: “I used to be a food photographer.”
Boyfriend: “It’s funny.”
Me: “Choose your next words carefully.”
I’ve always found the contents of people’s fridges to be incredibly interesting. Sometimes because I might be hungry, others just to see what they buy in grocery stores. And to judge them mercilessly for it.
Now! Before you judge, note that the multiple containers of some things (cottage cheese, nonfat plain organic yogurt) are due to yesterday’s cost efficient grocery shopping at WinCo in Beaverton. And the multiple containers of eggs are because I get them in large doses from my dad’s lady friend, whose chickens pop out practically a dozen a day. And I insist on farm fresh shit, yo.
Other goodies of note: fresh kiwis, strawberries, asparagus, mustard greens, kale, baby carrots, spinach, bell peppers, one thawing chicken breast, deli turkey meat, leftovers from last night’s dinner at my mom’s (steak, baked potato, chives), tortillas that need to be thrown out, and in the far back, a wine cooler that someone left at my house at least a year and a half ago that I refuse to touch. Any takers? I think it’s fuzzy navel!