The trouble is, I’m not a winter person. I don’t like snow, except for looking out the window at it, and then only if it’s freshly fallen.
So here it is, only the first of February and I’m already weary of this winter, tired of snow and of being house-bound. Cabin fever has set in. In fact, yesterday was so bad that I decided to clean the refrigerator. That’s a sure sign of boredom, but at least it isn’t as bad as reorganizing the spice rack.
Cleaning the refrigerator had been in the back of my mind anyway. The other day I spilled pickle juice and it had become a sticky mess, attracting… well, I’m not sure what.
I mixed up some warm water and baking soda, emptied the top shelf and started wiping away the bits and pieces from who knows how long. Among the items I emptied was a can with bacon grease. Gosh! How long had it been since I actually cooked bacon? Mostly I serve the pre-cooked variety anymore. It just needs a few seconds’ zap in the microwave and doesn’t result in a splatter of bacon grease all over the top of the stove. Standing next to that can were two bottles of beer that neither Rock nor I drink (I like wine he likes soda pop). Then milk, two kinds of juice and a bottle of coffee flavored liqueur. I‘ll have some of that later, I thought.
For some reason, there were three bottles of Worchestershire Sauce on the top shelf. Hmm. We were never big steak eaters. Hmm.
The next shelf was crammed with jelly, jam, mustard of all kinds, several jars of pickles and pickle relish, prunes, and yogurt. Some of the containers were sample size and were so small they had become lost behind the taller jars on the shelf.
The next shelf had more yogurt, butter, butter-like spread, leftovers, etc. I began checking some of the expiration dates on the various containers and was instantly sorry. One container of dry lemonade mix (and I’m not sure why it was there anyway), dated back to an expiration date of 2008. Could it still be good? Our son, a health nut, would gag!
I made the mistake of opening a mystery container and it immediately assaulted my nose. Rock was nearby, fascinated by the sight of me cleaning something, then nearly fainted when the smell wafted over toward him..
The fresh vegetable drawer seemed to have everything but fresh vegetables. Then I found, down on the bottom of the drawer, a squishy red pepper, half an onion and some celery wrapped in aluminum foil. Sad. Really sad. This veggie container had been so full of other stuff that the head of lettuce couldn’t fit in and had been on the next shelf up.
I never could figure out what was supposed to go into the bottom drawer. Cheese? There was a drawer for that and it was full. We like cheese. Meat? Well, if we don’t eat meat right away I freeze it. So, the bottom drawer was always a catch-all.
After a good cleaning it all went back in, except for several things I threw out. It was organized to the hilt! Just look! There’s space in this once-jammed refrigerator. And it’s clean.
I was pretty pleased with myself and settled down with some of that liqueur. I sighed. If this malaise lingers I may find myself looking for excitement by watching my chia plant grow. Let’s hope it never gets so bad that I go to work on the spice rack.