Lately my life has been full of little ironies. Let’s break them down in bullet points because I need a little happy in my life right now, and you know how I feel about bullet points. They make me giddy. What can I say: I’m sick, I know. ♫”You down with [OCD.] Yeah, you know me. Who’s down with [OCD.] Every last homie.”♫
- Back in June, I shared how eating clean keeps you healthy and then I got nailed by a virus followed immediately by a sinus infection. By the way, what the hell is a virus? I think it stands for “you look like shit, you feel like shit, but we don’t know what’s wrong with you, so we can’t prescribe anything for it. Good luck though.”
- In September, I mocked all things pumpkin despite it’s ridiculously overwhelming popularity in the blog world. Yep, I said ridiculous. C’mon peeps, isn’t it time to move onto a different flavor? After my pumpkin diatribe, of course I got a pumpkin in my CSA share that week. Upon receiving said pumpkin, I dropped to my knees and cried out “Why God, why?” I think he laughed.
- Just last weekend, I finally decided to join the pumpkin madness because if ya can’t beat them, join them. I should have just beaten them…with my unicorn. I finally roasted my pumpkin and got all MacGyver on its ass (Do pumpkins have glutes?) and made myself a puree, which was supposed to keep in the fridge for five days. Then Sandy hit, we lost power and I lost the contents of my fridge. You can kiss my pumpkin puree bye-bye.
- The final slap in the face: I decided to take pictures of my fridge last Sunday so I could blog about it, which means I have photographic evidence of every morsel I had to toss. Of course, I had just gone grocery shopping on Saturday so the fridge was fully stocked, locked and loaded.
Let’s break it down, and we’ll go in order of appearance, which trumps alpha order today, for obvious reasons. If they aren’t obvious, you aren’t an OCD neat freak. Bully for you.
Top Shelf (from left to right): 2 dozen eggs, oranges, beet juice, the Hubby’s ground beef, the Hubby’s cows milk and orange juice (not from a cow because that would be weird or a frankenfood).
Middle Shelf: Beer (lots and lots of beer), Hard Cider, Pumpkin Juice, Strawberries, Raspberries, Cauliflower (from my CSA), Maple Syrup, yogurt, Tupperwares of pumpkin puree and energy bars, artichoke spread, rose wine, and prepackaged lunches from my beloved grocery store, Nature’s Bin (squash ravioli, pear and cheese stuffed tortellini with fennel, Thai peanut noodles and Moroccan Veggies with couscous).
Two Crispers (not pictured): asparagus, beets (rhymes and rhythms), bell peppers, broccoli, carrots (another CSA score), celery, jalapeno peppers, snap peas, spinach, and thyme.
Left Door Top Shelf: baking soda, earth balance butter, jams. Middle Shelf: my Almond Breeze milk, white wine, veggie stock. Bottom Shelf: avocado oil, barbecue sauce, tomato juice, salad dressing, soy milk and Kalmata olives.
Right Door Top Shelf: (barely pictured): mustard, unsweetened apple sauce, more baking soda and seltzer water. Middle Shelf: raw unsweetened coconut flakes, pineapple juice, ketchup, water, and Peach champagne. Bottom Shelf (barely pictured): unsalted and salted butter.
Bottom Draw: (not pictured): spinach tortilla wraps, corn tortillas (for my huevos rancheros) and hummus. Pictured: cucumber and an insane amount of cheese: blue cheese crumbles, Parmesan cheese, Feta, Havarti, smoked cheddar, more Parmesan, Colby cheese, a block of mozzarella and a ball of mozzarella.
Now that I’ve shared the entire contents of my fridge, which is complete and total exposure, I’m sure there will be some appalled by my food choices, but I stand by them. I even stood by them as I pitched them all in the trash, and I almost cried when I lost all my beloved cheese. What I did learn through this experience is I have a lot of alcohol in my fridge for someone who doesn’t drink very much. Weird, but true. I also keep enough food on hand to feed a small army, and I’m addicted to cheese, which is why my stomach will never be perfectly flat. Oh well, the beautiful thing about living in Ohio is my belly won’t see the light of day for at least another eight months.
In the grand scheme of things, I lost a pretty penny in food costs, but nothing of real value. Everyone I know and love is safe and sound, so I decided to take advantage of my situation. Spin it around, so to speak.
I did what any good OCD neat freak would do, I went to town cleaning the fridge. Granted I do this every couple of months, but it was due for another round. Look I love my CSA, but man those veggies are filthy. Literally they are covered in dirt, and I get it, veggies grow in the dirt so they should be dirty, but it takes a toll on my fridge.
I took out every drawer, every shelf and scrubbed them clean. I also went to town on the interior walls, and by the time I was done, all was right in my weird little world once more. When things are clean and organized, I am happy. I also put back the few items I didn’t have to pitch: the alcohol, my carrots (my CSA lives to see another day), the oranges, a beet, some condiments, the fruit juices and the butter. I find it strange the butter was salvageable, but according to the internet, which everyone knows is factual and always true, the butter is still good. If I get food poisoning in the very near future, we’ll all know why.
Then I went to the grocery store to restock. Sadly, my sweet little mom and pop shop, Nature’s Bin, is still closed due to a lack of power, so I hit up Earth Fare instead. I didn’t want to go there, and I felt like a cheating spouse the entire time, but I had to do it. It has been over a week since I’ve cooked or eaten my own food, which explains my crappy energy levels and overall blase′ attitude.
Now that I’m officially restocked, I can’t wait to get back in the kitchen and get my cook on. ♬“I’m bringing [cooking] back. Them other boys don’t know how to act.” ♬
What’s in your fridge? What item do you use the most, and what item do you use the least? Do you think I should pitch the butter too (I’m kind of scared)?