They say that you can tell a lot about a person by having a rummage through their bathroom cabinet, but if you want to be a little less creepy, I reckon that having a look at their fridge can do just as well.
I like my fridge. I spend a lot of time wanting to open it and eat treats, so I have tried to cover the front with things I like – things that might hopefully distract me and make me forget why I was there in the first place.
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They say you can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her handbag, or possibly her medicine cabinet, I can’t remember which, but personally I think you can tell a lot about someone by having a nose inside their fridge.
Today then I’m going to show you my fridge.
(Lucky you).
Let’s start with the outside. The outside of my fridge is fairly aspirational. It features lots of cut out recipes, most of which I will never cook as they seem to either contain beetroot or sprouts. Nobody else in the house really likes beetroot or sprouts and I can’t see myself whipping up a roasted beetroot and goat’s cheese tart just for me. It was a nice picture though.
Also on my fridge is an interview with Barn the Spoon. I love Barn the Spoon. When I grow up I want to be him and live in the woods and contentedly carve spoons quietly by myself every day.
Inside my fridge though is a slightly different story. Boyfriend tried very hard after he has done the shopping to arrange things thoughtfully but during the week I scupper his efforts, casually balancing trays of uncooked meats on top of fruit trifles and that sort of thing. In the fridge at the moment a mango sits happily on the top shelf next to some pesto, whilst on the wine rack, alongside the bottle of prosecco, you’ll find perched a bowl of grapes. I thought for some reason that if I put them in a bowl I would be more likely to eat them.
If you look closely, you can also see that there is at least one type of cheese of every shelf.
If you looked into the door of my fridge, (don’t – it is grubby), you would see that although I have completely run out of all kinds of milk, I do have half a bottle of Christmas pudding wine, some Baileys and a bottle of pre-mixed mint chocolate cocktail. All the essentials covered there I think.
I don’t really want to think about what all this says about me. On the outside we’ve got a nicely organised selection of pictures and cuttings, yet inside is a chaotic mix of cocktails, tropical fruit and cheese. I shall let you draw your own conclusions.
What does your fridge say about you? If you’d like to share your own pictures, please link up – I’d love to see.
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A little while ago my friend Emma at Me the Man and the Baby tagged me in a post, asking me to open my fridge to the world. When she tagged me, I looked in my fridge, and just couldn’t bring myself to take a picture of what was basically cans of lager and some cheese. I have been waiting since then for the day when my fridge looked as clean and wholesome as Emma’s, but unfortunately that day has never come.
This is the outside of my fridge, covered in magnets, including the rather funky scrabble magnets that Belle bought me for my birthday this week. The top of my fridge is covered with all manner of junk, including my collection of ‘milk jugs in the shape of chickens where the milk comes out of their beaks’.
