My plan is working. It is now “Day 4” of “Operation Attrition”.
The Girl has been in London since Tuesday, and the refrigerator is beginning to get a bit lean… Most of the fresh stuff is winnowed down. Just a few lumps of fresh-ish pineapple and melon in the plastic buckets, and some not-quite-ready-to-wilt green stuff in the crisper.
i’ve made a dent in the yogurt, tortillas and spreadable cheeses. Oh, and the open bottles of wine? That’s being cleared tonight. By the end of the weekend? The visible shelf space will exceed that which is occupied.
In the freezer quadrant, i’ve made a dent in some of the frozen vegetarian meal-like-substances. It’s only been four days, and i’ve focused on bashing my way through the fresh stuff. Before it gets fuzzy.
i love it when a plan comes together…
The Girl will be studying in London for another month. For the past two years, i have avoided grocery shopping, which i despise. Her contribution, as a citizen of the household, has been to take on the responsibility for stocking the fridge, freezer and pantry*. It’s worked out well.
It is time to clean out the fridge. Rotate stock in the pantry. Yes, this is my excuse. THIS is the reason i shall be able to avoid going to the grocery store for the entire month.
Not that she’s going to feel guilty when she comes home and finds the cupboards bare. Or my sunken cheeks, pleading eyes and potentially** shriveled carcass… Passive aggressive much?
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* i still buy beer, wine and booze as needed…. Priorities, folks…
** Sadly, i could wander the desert for a month, subsisting on cactus fluids, rodent hulls and scorpion meat and STILL not be emaciated. The joys of being a chubby…