Some things just stick.
In my early twenties I read an editorial column in the Cleveland Plain Dealer. I had always thought one could learn a lot watching another hunt and gather (AKA shop). I dropped most of my money back then in establishments offering books, wine and music. How a nest is feathered can also be most telling but, as the columnist directed, skip the art, the books. I would add: the wine cellar, the closet, the medicine cabinet. Find an excuse to peek in the box, the icebox!
What is inside that GE, dacor, KitchenAid…Subzero will speak volumes!
Under the glare of bright lights, my fridge was quite chatty this morning.
“She’s drawn to farmers’ markets. Totes a camera and on rare occasion, a shopping bag.”
“Heaven forbid there not be a jar of oh-so-versatile fig jam in the place.”
“Might be getting older but isn’t dairy intolerant -yet.”
“There was more food in here before breakfast today.”
“Will be dining on Peppered Pork Loin, Trader Joe lentils and streamed carrots sometime soon – and leftovers for days.”
“Prioritizes. Freshly shaved Parmigiano-Reggiano is a must but life is to short to cook and peel beets when they can be bought that way.”
“Picks bananas not by the bunch. Safeway is out the back door, afterall.”
“Too green and too cheap to buy bottled water.”
“Should probably be thinking of buying more Washington wine during the 30% off sale because a girlfriend recently pointed out it costs more to cool an empty icebox than one partially stocked. Adding, “Wine counts, shoes don’t”.”
“Will graciously accept a dinner invitation!”
And that is just the CONTENTS talking! What does your icebox have to say?
Always be exploring and listening but don’t let anyone catch you talking to the orange juice.