I am 12 days into National Blog Posting Month, where I write a blog post every day in November. So far, even though I have had long, busy days, I have been able to post daily without stretching too much for ideas. Unless you call yesterday’s post a stretch. Until today. Today, I got nothing. I turned to the writing prompts provided at the NaBloPoMo site for some inspiration. Today’s prompt:
Write about 5 things in your refrigerator and how you feel about them.
Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I have a pretty well-stocked refrigerator. That would ironic if the writing prompt asked me to write about what’s in my refrigerator and there wasn’t anything in it. Here it goes:
- Overripe bananas: I frequently buy bananas even though only Juan and Erica eat them. They want the bananas to be perfect, without a single blemish and they prefer them to be slightly green. Once the bananas start to ripen Erica and Juan will not touch them. That means they are left for me to eat since Diego doesn’t really like then and Nico would rather walk over a bed of hot coals than go near a banana, or any fruit for that matter. I will eat slightly ripe bananas but once they become too ripe the only useful purpose they serve is to become banana bread. Wouldn’t you know it that everyone around here will eat the banana bread, as long as I make it. Except, of course, Nico.
- Fresh cut pineapple: One of my many responsibilities, in addition to making banana bread from overripe bananas, is to cut pineapple. Unlike bananas, nearly everyone in our house likes fresh pineapple. Except of course, Nico. It is a fruit, after all. Even though everyone likes fresh cut pineapple, it seems no one around here likes to cut it. Once I cut the pineapple, I put it into a container and it is eaten within hours of it being placed in the refrigerator. After several years of complaining that no one else cut the pineapple I finally got Juan to cut it, once. He told me he didn’t want to outsource my job so he would not be making a habit of cutting the pineapple. I guess I’m okay with being the sole pineapple cutter in the house, as long as someone else learns to make banana bread.
- Yogurt: I buy the yogurt with the best of intentions to eat it. Occasionally the kids will eat it as long as it is a flavor they like. I buy it for myself because I need the calcium and since I can no longer drink milk, I figure yogurt is s good substitute. The truth is though, I don’t really like yogurt. It took me a long time to learn to tolerate it. I think it’s the texture of yogurt that I find so distasteful. I used to feel like I would gag when I ate it. When I see how Nico curls his nose whenever he gets too close to a banana, I am reminded how I used to feel whenever I tried to choke down a cup of yogurt. Now, I can eat it without gagging but I can’t say I really like it.
- Cheese: What can I say? I love cheese. I think it’s the perfect food. Plus, I am fascinated by the mystery of how cheese is made. Unlike yogurt, which has its own mystery behind making it, I think the end result in making this fermented food is delicious. I have all kinds of cheese in my refrigerator right now. Aged cheddar, fresh mozzarella, havarti, goat cheese, blue cheese, and parmesan. Once my son asked why I had so many different cheeses in the refrigerator. I told him that cheese to me was like ice cream to him. There are so many “flavors” that you can’t have just one.
- Wine: I almost always have an opened bottle in the refrigerator. As much as I enjoy a good glass of wine, I can only drink one glass, unless it’s the weekend. The opened bottle with the rest of the wine goes into the refrigerator. Hopefully, it doesn’t stay there too long. Sometimes, instead of dinner on a weekend evening, I will make up a cheese platter (see above) and pour myself some wine. Enough said.