My fridge has been tagged

This is almost as bad as the tag to post a picture of oneself first thing in the morning (sans makeup, hair brushing, etc.). The Mrs. got me on this one.

But it's not because my fridge looks so bad. I think it's quite nice, both outside

and in. A quick tour of the highlights (that's part of the tag). Top compartment of the door: That's where the cheese lives. Three bottom drawers: These house the veggies. The shelves contain lots of jars of homemade preserves, sauces, dressings, etc., among other things. And you can't see it, but there's a carton of organic skim milk. After wine, that's my favorite beverage.

The freezer could use a little organization, but I don't think there's anything in there over five years old.


There's lots of good stuff to eat in there, and I'm happy to report that we never suffer from having nothing to fix for dinner.

What's embarrassing is that there is more. As in more fridges (yep—plural). Stay with me here. There's the one in the garage.

Husband is in the construction business, and back when he was more in the building than the management side of things he often "acquired" major appliances from homeowners who were getting new ones and simply wanted the old one "gone." They assumed their old appliances were going to the dump; Husband quietly hauled them home to our house (sometimes easily confused with the dump, I'll grant). This fridge is officially "the beverage fridge." It's great for storing beer, white wine, fizzy water, and the sodas we occasionally offer guests (we don't drink them) but no one ever accepts (there's usually a better, alcoholic option that most people prefer). Other items such as produce box overflow end up here as well. And, no, I didn't buy strawberries in one of those evil plastic boxes. Someone brought them over, and here they still are. 

But wait, there's more. And it's much worse. Behold, the front yard freezer.

Seriously. But before you panic, allow me to point out that our house has a reversed layout: the yard part is in the front, with a redwood fence around it. In the back is a brick patio, behind which is a steep drop-off down to the next street (great for privacy but not particularly usable space). My point is that the fridge is not visible from the street. I think this is important. This appliance Husband hauled from right across the street when the house there was being sold and the owners wanted the freezer gone. I know it's lavish in terms of energy usage, but it really is a beautiful thing for me. In it is currently two several gallon tubs of spaghetti sauce left over from a school event (we combined meat and marinara; it will get served next month at open house), tubs of homemade chicken stock, loaves of focaccia (also left over from a school event; I should probably huck these), coffee left over from a school event (there's a pattern here, no?), and various meat and poultry, among other handy food items. And yeah, I know it needs to be defrosted. We're waiting until after open house when the spag. sauce clears out. 

OK, so there you have it. 

Coming up after I return from Sophie's class camp out (tomorrow and part of Friday morning) will be the Big Fig Giveaway. Since I was the winner of Trish's giveaway, I am now to host a giveaway of my own. And what have I been waiting for? The bottling of my homemade limoncello. Stay tuned.