Sigh. My kitchen is only two days old, and already the refrigerator is a hodgepodge.
There's nothing fresh in it except for some milk and a package of flour tortillas. Oh, and a half of a cantaloupe and a little bit of roasted chicken down there in the bag on the bottom shelf. And I am proud to say that's a new jar of pickled eggs over on the other side of it.
Everything else is jarred, canned or plastic-tubbed, and it all arrived recently from my other refrigerator a couple of miles away.
Sam dared us to show images of our unedited refrigerators. Hers is dashingly furnished with loads of Champagne. I've got one bottle of prosecco and a single can of Bud.
So here you go.
At least the shelves are clean.
One other good thing is that by dragging out all these jars from the old place, I got to look at them again. They'd gotten rather deeply buried. I have some pretty good flavors in there: curries, pickled ginger, lime chutney, preserved lemon. Mm! Gonna do some lazy-ass un-fresh cooking.
I could talk about all the un-fresh foods that came out of my cupboards and pantry, too, but I'm saving that for another post. My Week of Eating Pantrily.