Fridge

Karen who lives in a beautiful house somewhere in the USA and has a wonderful blog called This Old House 2, posted a photo of the contents of her fridge and dared her avid followers to send her a photo of their fridges too. Well, I decided to take it one step further. I have no shame. For you, my dear loyal readers, I’m posting a photo of my fridge too.

I’m quite anal about my fridge. Not about its cleanliness though. It’s clean, but that’s not what my analiness (new word) is about. No, it’s worse.

I want everything in a straight line. Not the fridge itself obviously, judging by the photo below, but everything inside it. Obsessive compulsive? Moi? 

Milk cartons need to be in a straight line. Water bottles, all neatly lined up. Yoghurt cartons… you’ve guessed it. And even if there’s only one, like now, it has to be straight. Just between you and me, I’d love to take out a ruler and space everything out at equal distances. But self-restraint and all that prevents me from doing so.

Then there are the juice cartons. Yes. I know, it is sad, but they need to be next to each other like that. If hubs has the nerve to put one of them upside down, I might have to kill him. Again.
On top of the juice are two pre-baked pizzas with tomato sauce only that are waiting patiently until it is their time to get out of the cold and go into the oven. I’m going to top them with baked mushrooms, black olives, thinly sliced red onions, oregano and mozzarella. And then in the oven. Yum.
Next to that, just visible is a bottle of Vermouth.

Next shelf: fresh mushrooms, three varieties. A small black box with vegetarian stuff that for some reason tastes like chicken and is very good in stir fries and also a box of blueberries. To add to the Greek yoghurt and make us believe we’re eating healthy. Next to that the cheese box with some smoked cheese on top of it. Cat food and behind that a jar of roasted red peppers.

Two white boxes filled with cakes, because it is hubs’ birthday tomorrow. A tub of Greek yoghurt (delicious, but too many calories). Blueberries to the rescue. Behind the Greek yoghurt are two cartons with small tubs of yoghurt/fruit and all kinds of healthy bowel bacteria added.
Then a drawer filled with mozzarella, feta, small tub of cottage cheese and some butter.

The vegetable drawer: lettuce, fennel, peppers, carrots, beans and below that a drawer filled with different kinds of onions. I don’t keep the zucchinis and egg-plant (aubergines) for the planned lasagne in the fridge, so they are in a bowl on the kitchen worktop somewhere.

In the door, top to bottom: eggs, produced by our own chickens of course. Soy sauce, whipped cream, butter for frying things in.
Sambal (small jar of very hot Indonesian stuff), black olives, capers, Zaanse mayonnaise, small bottle Heinz ketchup, two different mustards.

Cream (I’m going to make a potato/carrot/courgette gratin with cream), crème fraiche (for a spinach quiche) and milk for people who drink their coffee in the totally wrong way.

A bottle of Limoncello, a present from friends who’ve been to Italy, a bottle of sweet dessert wine, orange juice, apple juice.

And last but not least, black currant sodas (cassis).

Reasonably healthy, I’d say. But above all: straight lines equals happy smile.