Fridge of happiness
There are a number of reasons to love summer, not least of which is it contains my birthday 'n' shit, but one of the top reasons has to be the gloriousness of the fridge after a trip to the market. The girls and I hit Whole Foods today since the majority of my shopping list was produce (gold STAR for Heather) and I run the risk of a skyrocketing energy bill because opening the fridge to observe our multi-colored bounty is near irresistible.
How can you not be happy with watermelon, red pepper, snow peas, basil in a cup, plums, nectarines? I even finally bought a basil plant because I was sick of needing it regularly, but not frequently enough to bypass the inevitable sad wilting in the fridge. The herb garden begins.
How can you not be happy with watermelon, red pepper, snow peas, basil in a cup, plums, nectarines? I even finally bought a basil plant because I was sick of needing it regularly, but not frequently enough to bypass the inevitable sad wilting in the fridge. The herb garden begins.