The single woman's fridge
So I get home from work and although I really shouldn't, because it's late, I'm kind of craving a snack. I find myself standing in front of my open refrigerator and for the first time in a really long time I find myself thinking: "Being single sucks." Now, I'm only thinking that because I'm hungry and therefore a little cranky, but I have the strangest selection of non-edibles in there:
- Every condiment known to man.
- Green and red curry paste in vast quantities.
- A cucumber.
- Expired milk.
- One really old onion.
- Half a jar of olives.
- And finally, my rather extensive collection of nail polish.
None of which, even mixed together, is the kind of thing that makes me go 'yum,'
Now, this doesn't really have anything to do with being single, so much as it has something to do with being lazy and not going grocery shopping, and even when I do I tend to buy the wrong things and where are all those yummy snack foods anyway? It has something to do with being single in the sense that I tend to cook more when I have someone to cook for, there's always the off chance that someone else might have stocked up, and when you're only one person things tend to go bad before you can finish them. Hence, empty fridge and bad milk. I also accidentally left the fresh milk out when I ate my stale cornflakes this morning so I'm afraid to ponder how old the one in my refrigerator is.
So once again, I am deliberating the merits of going to bed on a empty stomach versus that jar of olives. Odds are I'll have one, be reminded why I haven't finished them off a long time ago and then go to bed. Might as well save myself the trouble, and the fork.
- Every condiment known to man.
- Green and red curry paste in vast quantities.
- A cucumber.
- Expired milk.
- One really old onion.
- Half a jar of olives.
- And finally, my rather extensive collection of nail polish.
None of which, even mixed together, is the kind of thing that makes me go 'yum,'
Now, this doesn't really have anything to do with being single, so much as it has something to do with being lazy and not going grocery shopping, and even when I do I tend to buy the wrong things and where are all those yummy snack foods anyway? It has something to do with being single in the sense that I tend to cook more when I have someone to cook for, there's always the off chance that someone else might have stocked up, and when you're only one person things tend to go bad before you can finish them. Hence, empty fridge and bad milk. I also accidentally left the fresh milk out when I ate my stale cornflakes this morning so I'm afraid to ponder how old the one in my refrigerator is.
So once again, I am deliberating the merits of going to bed on a empty stomach versus that jar of olives. Odds are I'll have one, be reminded why I haven't finished them off a long time ago and then go to bed. Might as well save myself the trouble, and the fork.