I saw something about a photo exhibition recently that consists of a series of photos of the inside of various people's refrigerators. It got me thinking about mine.
I've got the spoils of my CSA box in the drawers, pickled red onions, pickled sour cherries, sourdough starter, sour pickles, bread and butter pickles, and the beverages delivered by Paul's beer of the month club on the bottom. Then as you move up, with the exception of my cheese drawer, which contains butter, eggs and fresh yeast, things become less substantial. Small containers of left over sauces, white miso, fudge that Paul brought back from Witchery, the restaurant in Edinburgh, a raspberry pie and an embarrassingly large bottle of wine, a gift many months back that I haven't been able to bring myself to drink.So what does this all say about me, other than the fact that I love to pickle anything and everything and that I can't drink the beer as fast as it is delivered?
