I am such a creepy, creepy weirdo.

As long as my real-life friends continue to not disown me/answer my calls and occasionally succumb to my edible whims, I’ll continue to think that I am a normal, healthy, well-functioning member of society. The Internet was made for harmless stalkery, and what better insight into the humans behind the blog posts than a glimpse into their fridges? A glance into mine reveals a sordid sort of laziness, pots with lids containing contents I was too distracted to scrape into containers, too many cartons of eggs, and condiments I like to pull out and admire more than I pull out to cook with. The idea comes from @kickpleat, via her post at ReadyMade, and it piqued a curiosity I hope you’ll indulge.

Fridge voyeurism. It’s getting to know you, in a peaking-through-your-underwear-drawer kind of way, but with food. Won’t you peak into my drawers doors?

A lot of children, none of whom are mine.
Those stupid bagels are always moldy. Even when the spot is occupied by brand-new bagels.
Fancy a bit of syrup? This is usually where we keep the wine, but we sort of ran out.
Nick organized the freezer, and I haven't had a chance to mess it all up.

Why don’t you share your fridgey little secret, and post it over at ReadyMade? I don’t think you’re allowed to self-edit, but isn’t that part of the fun? I think being honest about how many eggs and cheeses you eat or those food stains on the bottom shelf you were hoping someone else would deal with is kind of the point, right? Anyway. I’d love to snoop on you next.

3 thoughts on “I am such a creepy, creepy weirdo.

  1. Hey! Speaking of creepy… I just discovered your blog after your follow on twitter. Good stuff. I’ve got it added to my RSS reader now. Cheers.


  2. Hee hee! Yours is so tidy and organized… mine is as disordered as my mind, an inherited condition from my mom. I won’t even share images — not that I could share the weird whiff of bad cilantro that never seems to quite go away.

    You DO have quite a few eggs in there… I normally consume about 5 dozen annually, and that’s baking AND with hubby’s help. So I’m a freak.


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