Hidden Leftovers

Years ago I decided that our refrigerator was just too cluttered, and I asked Santa if he could bring my husband a man-cave fridge. A small icebox, just for beer and water – a dream come true during football season. It was a present for both of us, I got more room in the fridge, and he got his long talked about beer-fridge. 

Finally, the beverages were out of the way, and I had room for all my veggies and fruits and could organize our fridge. Funny how it works, you clean and you make more room, and then somehow, you end being cluttered just the way you were before. Containers with food left and right -nothing gets thrown out in our house before Friday.

The other day I made meatloaf and later on that evening I tried to find room for the pot, but of course, there was no space left in the fridge. Meatloaf never survives in our house, my husband eats it warm and then uses the rest for lunch sandwiches the next day. It’s his favorite food.

The next day he called me first thing in the morning.

“Honey, what did you do with the meatloaf?”

“It’s in the fridge.” (What a question)

“I didn’t find it, I looked everywhere.”

“Hm, not sure. I will call you when I am back over at the house.” 

I opened the fridge and couldn’t find it either. I tried to recall what I did with it and then it hit me.

Beer fridge, of course, dah!

I took a picture and texted it to my husband.

There was silence, then came his reply.