Your daughter just flew in from DC and opened the fridge.
You were out of town, and she had an unexpected layover in her old hometown. Since you cleared out for the weekend, you cleaned out the fridge (never a welcome task) and took fresh items with you, after freezing the deli meats and bread. She called you instantly.
“Man, I can tell that a boy doesn’t live here anymore,” she stated immediately, after circumspection of the fridge shelves. Her younger brother just started college a couple of months prior; she had not been home since.
You must admit that the second and third shelves do look a wee bit empty. On the top shelf, however, there was on hand: two brands of milk, half and half, orange juice, maple syrup, two yogurts and a box of baking soda. Not too shabby.
When ‘the boy’ himself returned home from college some weeks later he stated, “Well, I can tell that just you and Dad live here now.”
“How?” you asked, unloading a multitude of groceries.
“Not much food and a lot of booze,” he replies, in typical guy fashion.
We did refrigerate some wine during a get-together in October, and left it in there. And yes, you do quickly eat leftovers. There are no more deli meats and cheese and breads in the fridge and pantry.
But, Note to Self, you will hit Costco next week and stock up for Thanksgiving. Then you’ll go buy a fresh organic turkey at Whole Foods. Your larder will be brimming, and the kitchen ready for cooking and baking.