Today I cleaned out both my refrigerators. I'm thinking with Daughter Number Two gone, we could get by with one. The problem is they're both British-sized refrigerators, a little more than half the size of American fridge/freezers.
And then where would I store my white wine?
Oh well. It was a good idea.
Now I'm cleaning my office. Can you tell I'm procrastinating?
Wait, I see some yogurt in there I might want. Maybe with those strawberries...
I don't know how British people manage with those tiny refrigerators. It's not much bigger than a dorm fridge, is it?
By the way, this is what Daughter Number Two gets to choose from for today's meals. Should she go with the vegan ravioli at Cutter-Ziskind or the Mediterranean Night at Lamont?
I bet she goes for the ravioli.
