One thing that freaks me out about eating at other people's homes is the amount of food people have in storage. Enough so, that if you, say, want some milk/cream/etc. for coffee, there is a specific gap in the fridge for that milk/cream/etc. It's creepy. Or people have super-full freezers. Or amazingly stuffed shelves. Even when I go on a ginormous grocery trip, our midget fridge is still vaguely empty, the freezer still has room for more ice cream and I still forgot to buy popcorn for the popcorn jug.
I've wondered if it is generational. Since we can see the dark, barren emptiness inherent in the fridge, people around my age (especially in college) have spotless kitchens. I had a friend once who embarassedly asked if I could feed her. She had a jar of mustard and the very last dregs in a box of wine. I had another friend who adored working at a food place because, at one point, he had half an onion. Not half an onion piled on top of a bag of onions on the bottom shelf in the pantry, next to boxed poultry and corkscrew noodles. He had half an onion. The Grandma-type generation always seem to have way more food stored compactly on shelves, in stacks and even in extra freezers out back.
Is this full pantry a sign of waving off starvation? A way of being ready for a spontaneous block party? A way to fuel a plastic grocery bag addiction? I hope to never know. What I do know is that when a blizzard dumps three feet of snow in less than a day, when you do finally make it out of the house to the grocery store, they will be out of bread, milk, eggs, batteries and beer. Life's essentials.
Moral of today's story: my ideas are NOT stupid. If you don't like them, Ms. Bossy Pants, you can just BLEH.
An Erinku:
Chris is
having tequilla
he had
a big day
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