Thursday, October 9, 2008

A dirty little secret

You know that handy box in your kitchen called a refrigerator? Yeah, the big thing that may, or may not, dispense ice and water, hums in the middle of the night and keeps your leftovers cool until they mutate into a previously unknown and frightening form of life? Yeah, that thing.

Well, that thing has a secret. A dirty secret, hidden away in the dark.

Underneath the fridge is a place of gloom, inhabited by dustbunnies, lost pencils, stray green beans and dirt. And when I say dirt, I mean Major Dirtage.

How many times a year do you, Gentle Reader, pull your fridge out and clean under it? Or in back of it? Or beside it? Not too many, I'd be willing to bet.

By the time the fridge gets moved, the area around it and beneath it will look like cleanup day at the landfill.

So. Just remember this: Don't Move Your Refrigerator. Ok?

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A hobby cook from the Midwest. Experiments, thoughts, new recipes, maybe even a photo or two... You noticed the pouting little girl with the words superimposed over her face? Growing up in the 60s and 70s the refrain of "there are starving children in [insert current poverty-stricken nation] that would love to have such... etc etc etc." I don't know that anyone actually believed all that but the image of a starving foreign child, holding out a bowl in hopes of being gifted with boiled tongue or green tomato pie, was pretty powerful. I do recall the kind of trouble kids would inevitably be in if they dared to say what most of us thought: "Well, then, send this stuff right on over to those poor, starving [insert country] kids." I don't usually post other people's photos, just my own. If you want to borrow or use one of my photos, I would appreciate your asking first. I usually don't mind but do hate having my work attributed to someone else. By the way, I found the photo of that pouting girl on the web with no attribution. If it's yours? We'll deal, ok? Thanks.
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