Have you ever felt that the fridge is a rather daunting place. I feel like rarely do I arrive to my fridge delighted to see it. I either am afraid to find something in it, or I am worried about its contents.
As you may already know, recently, I moved in with new roommates. Now, I have only lived with girl’s previously, and we were in college. Being in college made it so there was a routine, most of the time, as to who was cooking and who was eating that night. With boys, it’s a little different, and the fact that one roommate goes to school, one is unemployed (but working on many projects), and the other has a constantly changing schedule makes it all the worse. I never know who is eating when, and I never know who is cooking. For me, this means I never know if things like pre-made salads, or lunch meats will be necessary for the week. For dinner I am unsure about making 1 cup of quinoa, or 2.
This may not worry some of you, but for me feeding people is everything. Having to little is the worst thing that could happen, and having people go unfed is even worse. It must be my motherly instincts to make sure these boys are fed when I am not around.
Needless to say, I have been unable to come up with any sort of consistent grocery list, some weeks we run out of meat early, some weeks we have too much. We get a shipment from a CSA every two weeks and I am pretty sure most of that goes uneaten unless I cook it because they simply are unsure how to use it.
Does anyone else feel this way about their fridge? I know I have arrived to friends houses when they have empty fridges and that is just as daunting as a messy fridge. Main point is, I think I need a larger fridge.