Corn Dogs and Beer

Here she sits in the yellow glow that is my rental house kitchen. (Is it a she? I think so.) Normally I have all kinds of stuff on the front on my fridge, but since we just moved in, we haven't gotten to that yet. But we will, rest assured.

And behold the... relative emptiness of her! Again, since we just moved in (and brought no chilled items with us) this refrigerator has the items that I felt were key. You know, ketchup, mayo, Diet Coke, BEER.

Oh, and wine. Wine that my dad gave me for my birthday. (Is that sad, that my father gave me two bottles of wine for my birthday? My lush-ness is well know, obviously. And one bottle is already gone, obviously!)

The freezer section is a bit of a bare, frozen tundra, save for the corn dogs and pancakes. And some frozen cube steaks. And all those ice cube trays because we can't find where to turn on the water line for the ice maker. Kickin' it old school!

The beer, wine, Diet Coke, sweet tea and cheese are the things you will almost always find in my fridge. And milk for the kids, I suppose, but only after the other items are securely inside. OBVIOUSLY.

(All of my stuff is brand new, so nothing is out of date. Yet. Like filling up the front with junk, there will be things growing hair in there soon. When we were cleaning out the old fridge I came across some gravy that I made at Thanksgiving (three weeks earlier) that was growing more stuff than I have ever seen on one item. And that's just one example. We has several items from Thanksgiving, let's just say.)