It Ain't Exactly the Paleo Diet

DC Spinster (Note: He is not actually a spinster, just fyi), was obviously having a slow day, and issued this challenge: to "divulge [my] fridge particulars." As in, post photos of what's inside my fridge.

OK, the first-photo-in-the-morning was one thing, but now we're really getting personal!

But, as always, I live to serve. So, here is the entire contents of NBTR's refrigerator, along with photos of the outside. My kitchen is so small I had to do this in parts, since I can't get far enough away to take a photo of the entire fridge. You will just have to use your imagination to piece it all together.

Are we ready?

The Bottom Shelf

This is the bottom shelf. Protein bread, havarti cheese, ancient bran muffins (thrown out after this photo was taken), and eggs. If it looks like no one in this house (that would be moi) eats fruits or veggies, well, that would be because I generally buy veggies on the day I'm going to eat them, and I hate and detest cold fruit.

Middle and Top Shelves

Here we have (middle shelf, l-r) a look at some mainstays of NBTR's diet. Soy salami (yum!!!), soy yogurt (yum!!), some kind of shredded cheese (v. old), and...I spy a tomato! Top shelf, l-r, we see that NBTR stores her natural peanut butter upside down (that way the oil rises to the bottom (clever, eh?), ye olde Marinara di Napoli, soy milk, and yummie fruit sauces.

Freezer

Ahh, where the wild things are! Top shelf, l-r: Irish oatmeal, of course (in freezer to discourage ants), garden VEGETABLE lasagne (not just like dad used to make, but good!), penne pepperonata, and look, fish! Bottom shelf, l-r: my favorite meataballs! Red pesto something, and fire-roasted VEGETABLE ravioli. Hmm. I detect a theme... (Note bags of flour, sugar, baking chocolate (all in freezer to foil ants) and frozen peas, which are purely for medicinal use and have been applied to every body part you can think of. So, if I ever serve peas ... don't say I didn't warn you.)

The Refrigerator Door—Inside

There's nothing to see here, people, move along. Except for two bottles of limoncello, I'd be afraid to touch anything else.

The Refrigerator Door—Outside

I had to squish everything together so that you could see it. You wouldn't necessarily guess from this that I don't actually drink. Much.

What's on Top?

I do use the mixmaster, which is now 20+ years old; the other stuff is about the same age. (I think someone gave me that cream sherry for my wedding! In 18xx. yeah.)

What's That Typewritten List Say?

You're going to have to get up real close to see.

I should really trade this model in for one of those fridges you take to college.

Please send food.