We are implementing a new weekly policy called, Let's Make the Fridge Less Scary. If the SE fridge could talk, it'd probably say: "OH THANK THE LORD, YES PLZ." All sorts of things end up in there: cinnamon raisin peanut butter, D'Artagnan foie gras, blueberry juice, dog food (Dumpling's gotta eat too!), pizza hummus...not to mention the 23 or so tubs of ice cream in the freezer.
Today we finally addressed the situation. We took a deep breath, put on some gloves, and started dumping anything that looked or smelled suspect.
Moldy Potato, Age Unknown
We're not exactly sure how long this sorry spud had been in the fridge. Long enough to grow blue-green speckles! And become squishy soft..shudder. It was bewitching for a few seconds, then we disposed of it and pretended this never happened.
Robyn Saves the Cookie Dough Ice Cream
We threw out many tubs of freezer-burned ice cream. But not the cookie dough! Oh sweet heavens, never the cookie dough. Robyn just couldn't watch it die a liquidy death!
A few trash bags and countless ewwwwws later, the fridge probably lost about 30 pounds.
Sun Chips, Meet Foie Gras
When we came across a small tube of duck liver, or what Kenji simply refers to as "fwah," we wanted to eat it. But on what? No bread or cracker in sight.. but wait, a bag of Sun Chips! (The scary-loud 100% compostable bag.) No Sun-Chip-foie-gras afternoon amuse bouche is complete without a garnish of IKEA's lingonberry jam, which we also found lying around in the fridge.
The French Onion flavor was a little distracting, according to Kenji.
Our French bulldog mascot REALLY likes foie gras. What a refined palate! Note: Dumpling also enjoys pen caps and smelly sneakers.