What lurks in the corners and at the back, waiting in glass jars and plastic bags, growing hair in it's murky fluid or scabbing over once all it's liquids have dried? What it was and what it has now become...the Jekyll and Hyde of the food pyramid.
For an area that's white (between the drips at least), well-lit and cold, the fridge is a very scary place. The time comes, though, that even the bravest among us must go in and hope to return alive.
It's been worse. Only one trash bag and one bucketful to the compost pile and I came out relatively unscathed. The oldest thing I found? Well, it was actually a tie. Both expired in Feb. of 2006:
Not too bad considering that on a recent foray into my mother's fridge, I found a jar of tomatillo salsa that bore an expiration date of 1994.
Clinton was president, my daughter was 3 years old, and gas was .99 cents a gallon. Since that time I've moved four times and what's worse is my mother got a new refrigerator!
That task completed, I'm going to take a well-deserved break and whittle away at my Secret of the Stole.
I'm enjoying watching the pattern unfold and I'm loving the merino yarn I'm using. It's so soft, it's a pleasure to knit with.
