This is the refrigerator on a pretty good day. For me. Not shown in photo: Wine drips, precariously perched eggs, or crisper drawers that cannot be closed.
It isn't that I don't try. I just don't have a good refrigerator skill set. My modus operandi is to attempt to neatly stack things in logical places. This means meat and cheeses in that bottom drawer, milk in the milk area, eggs over on the left in that egg thingie and of course the wine has a special place all of its own. The freezer has its own issues. Mr. L has noted, repeatedly, and I mean, repeatedly, that when you open our freezer door, all the frozen food comes hurtling forward because I manage to lean it all that direction. And I know, it hurts when something falls on your toe. He has learned to step back when he opens that door. In all honesty, I cannot understand how I manage it. I try to stack flat things on top of other flat things but you know, some things that go into the freezer are lumpy and that cannot be helped.
There is also food that just defies neat stacking. Yesterday, we bought some jumbo artichokes at Costco, which are delicious, but a storage nightmare. Heads of cabbage do not fit into the big vegetable drawer. Must I buy all of my produce in zippered packages?
My solution to all of this is to place blame on the refrigerators themselves. I realize this excuse is wearing thin because during the duration of our marriage we have been through SEVERAL refrigerators, none of them satisfactory. I find fault in them all. I am currently lusting after one of those stainless-steel monsters with the doors that open in the middle and that have the freezer compartment down below. You wouldn't believe how many "win new appliances for your kitchen" contests I have entered. At a party, I will not be the nosy neighbor who snoops in your medicine cabinet, but you can bet I will find an excuse to peek in your 'fridge.
Well. Once more into the breach, dear friends, because I need to find the dang pickle relish.
Ahhhh, this coffee. Grown on the Big Island by a very nice couple, they offer excellent customer service. Their website works beautifully, and the coffee also makes a great gift. The coffee is delicious, and we have been buying it for years. I am partial to the medium roast. it is a wonderful start to your day! If I had a seal of approval, it would get one.
This is my attempt at Bobby Deen's Light Baked Spaghetti, which is absolutely delicious.
Here is a photo of Bobby Deen's Light Baked Spaghetti. I had to re-name mine because it isn't nearly as pretty. Great recipe, though. We often freeze half because, as you can see, it makes a lot.
My fruit bowl runneth over, with avocados. Isn't that just a terrible problem to have? Avocados are probably one of my favorite foods, so wasting them is just not an option. Don't suggest sharing. I will share bananas, home-canned preserves, or vegetables from my garden, but the idea of sharing avocados brings out my inner only child. I WILL NOT SHARE AND YOU CANNOT MAKE ME. Yes, avocados turn me into a selfish little stinker, and I accept your judgment. Judge away.
I did a little internet search for avocado recipes. While there were some pretty interesting ideas, I remembered my neighbor had shared some avocado bread (she's nice, not like me). Perfect! I decided I would try that. The recipe is linked here. Not only is this bread easy, but fabulous. It's almost more like a moist pound cake, but it has a really creamy texture and delicious flavor.
P.S.: After Mr. L and I sampled the bread, guilt got the better of me, and I took half of it to the neighbors. Here is a photo. If you find yourself buried in avocados, thank your lucky stars, and bookmark this recipe.