A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Last night at 9:45 pm I had to go buy a fridge for my cheese.
My husband had been “suggesting” this idea for months as out fridge space was being taken over by fromage. With a stack of fresh cheeses for an upcoming Queso Fresco piece, a dozen leftovers from my “best cheese burger topping” experiment ( The Spread article here if you missed) and gloriously large wedges of raspberry, balsamic, espresso and Merlot BellaVitano to store I knew it was time.
I zipped over to Home Depot and bought myself a little beer fridge (the gentleman helping was equally disappointed –no bevvies?–and fascinated –all cheese?—at its future use).
We set it up, plugged it in and the first item I reached for was:
Mainly to get rid of “new fridge smell” and to aid “new cheese smell” to take over. (Why isn’t that an air freshener scent?)
And now just a few dangerous steps away, down our creaky stairs with no rail and into the basement you can find stinky treasure.
Many years ago I wrote a little textbook called “30 Days in the Life of an Animation Producer” (being an animation producer at the time). At the end of my bio the editors added a line which still makes me laugh and I would never have written, except in a storybook. It was, “Sometimes I feel like the luckiest girl in the world”.
But today, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.