Ooooh! Shiny new fridge. Restocking shiny new fridge involves pulling out the contents of the old fridge.
I discover:
- 3 jars of pesto
- 2 jars each of
- black olive tapenade
- capers
- pear chutney
- baby dills
- black sesame seeds
- umeboshi plums
- mincemeat, one of which I just opened last night.
- 5 containers of olives, 3 of which are Kalamata
- one third of a jar of artichoke hearts (about two tablespoons)
- three jars of preserves containing less than a tablespoon in each. It wasn’t me. That is all I have to say about that.
- 3 tiny chunks of parmesan cheese, each in a separate bag
- A jar with the date 2003 on it, which means we must have moved it from the old house in 2006.
- 2 extra pounds of butter
- Half a pound of shortening, which we don’t cook with. This perplexed me until I realized that it was for soapmaking.
- Six dozen eggs, which isn’t a surprise, but a marketing problem
And the piece de resistance:
- A jar with a question mark written on top of it in my husband’s handwriting, in permanent ink
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4 responses to “My Embarassing Inventory”
The three jars of preserves containing just a smidgeon each–that speaks to me of marriage. It really does.
At least I don’t live alone with all these mystery jars. Who would I blame?
That’s all that was in the fridge? No produce?
I didn’t inventory anything that was not embarrassing. I just ate it.