Kitchen Improv

Refrigerator Revulsion

An odd smell hit me as I opened the fridge tonight to pull out fixings for dinner for the kids and me. Something was definitely off. I’m not sure whether it was the container of mystery meat, suspicious sauce, or tuna-turned-wrong, but I realized just how many nights in the last month Mr. W and I haven’t cooked or eaten together. Between his travel and mine, I can count about four overlapping dinners and maybe seven common nights at home. The horrors were amassing in the ice box, and I can say the dinners I’ve been cooking this week look far more appetizing than his from last week!