Prompt: If I looked in your fridge right now, what would I find?

You would find more condiments than actual food.    LOL

We are a family of 5.  As you may know, 3 of those 5 are teenage boys.  There is NEVER enough food in this house.  My boys, much like your teenage sons, have hollow legs and that is where all the food goes.    My middle son has mastered the art of going to my mom’s house when it’s dinner time (she lives up the street from me) and having dinner with her and my Dad, then he comes home and has second dinner when we eat.   This is usually after having a huge bowl of cereal when he gets home from school.  Only after he comes in with Panda Express, Chick-fil-a or Popeye’s chicken on his way home from school.  Yes, he inhales food on his way home, eats when he gets home, goes and eats with my parents, then eats dinner with us.  And usually has a snack or dessert before he goes to bed.  He’s 6″1′ and skinny as a rail.  I drive past House of Pies and I gain 5 pounds. The other two boys are just like him, except they don’t have dinner with my parents.  I’d be buying their groceries if that happened.

But, back to the prompt:  Actual food in the fridge is limited to bacon and sausage.  There’s a lot of butter, plenty of syrup for pancakes, and hot sauce out the wazoo…  There’s a few avocados and an onion.   There’s like 6 bags of cheese, but each one is shredded and only has a pinch or two in it, but somehow can’t seem to find it’s way to the garbage can…

I had been saving a bottle of Pumpkin Juice from Harry Potter Land at Universal Studios Florida.  We were there on the very first opening day of the Harry Potter land and Holy Crap!  We will NEVER do that again.  Richard stood in the queue 8 hours for us to get into Hogsmead…  It was a horrible day for him.  The boys and I played around the park while he was waiting.  While he was outside in the daily torrential rain, we were stuck on a ride.  But that’s a whole other entry.    We finally agreed that the sludge in the bottom of the bottle warranted that we throw it out, so we cautiously emptied it, washed it and packed it away to be forgotten about until we move things around, again.

That’s enough insight to my fridge…  It says much to much about what kind of person I am.