I’ve already told you all that I’m nosey. I need to know stuff. Stuff like….what’s in your refrigerator?
I have no interest in your medicine cabinet. I don’t care how many carats your ring is or how much you paid for your house. You know what’s fascinating to me? People who don’t have milk and orange juice in the fridge. Wild right? I imagine them living bohemian lives and living off the grid. Too much? Real Magazine used to have a regular feature on celebrity refrigerators, which I loved, even though many of them were identical to each other (no food, water, champagne, diet coke, no food).
I think it says a lot about a person/family/unit. For example, you’d think we were farmers with all the diary we’ve got hanging around.
I grew up with a mom who made every meal from scratch. Her fridge, even today, looks like it could feed a small country. She also does not subscribe to universal expiration date rules (milk and juice? check!)
I have a dear friend who lives in NYC who has the most amazing galley kitchen. Her fridge is a man’s dream. Just enough food, booze and pork product to make a dude happy (she always has milk and orange juice, fyi).
Here’s what we have going on.
Coffee-mate: essential to my happy life.
That’s a big tub of sour cream…not sure what that’s all about.
GoGurt: if you don’t have kids, you’ll be disgusted. If you have kids, all hail Spongebob GoGurt!
Two types of chocolate sauce, both really fake and really good.
Baby Ray’s BBQ Sauce: put it on cardboard, everyone will eat it up (except me, bbq sauce reminds me of meat, even when it’s on other things).
Cheese….blue, feta, cheddar – we do not discriminate in this house.
Am I the only weirdo into this? Don’t answer that.