Hellooo my chutneys and salsas! Welcome to Week 8 of The Great Confinement! I see a glimmer of hope on the horizon, as the country rolls over from its long late winter nap and considers getting its act back together. There’s a sense of optimism in the air, maybe even of renewal, or maybe it’s just that I cleaned my fridge. More on that gripping topic in a moment, but first:

 

My post on being an introvert rang a bell with Patty, who suspects she will not be talking a trip to Nicaragua with her daughter in July, and Margaret, who keeps busy with her crafts, making masks, and just being a good friend. Lorri is also enjoying the solitude – Happy 21st Birthday to Lorri’s daughter! Joanne came from Florida, saying it was a strange and eery drive; she was beyond thrilled to cross the border to find an open Tim Horton’s. Marilyn misses checking her blood pressure at Fortino’s (it’s the little things…) Linda G misses pet groomers. Judi is a retired public health inspector, and she thinks people outside are flocking far too close together. Anh is concerned about my nails, and recommended a product, but I think I’m just going to let them breathe and see what happens. Linda C loves me and Darren together (I let him know). Lovely notes from Lori, Maggie, Kathy and one from Carol, who says I make her laugh and cry. Charlaine and Debbie both want my crab cake recipe, and Melody wants the vegetarian crab cake recipe. Click the links, and Bob’s your sous chef. Apologies, by the way, for the longwinded online introduction to the veggie cakes. Why do people do that? I just want the recipe, dammit, not your journey towards it.

 

While we’re in the kitchen, let me tell you about my refrigerator. As mentioned, I cleaned it top to bottom. In fact, I took the whole thing apart, all by myself. I can’t and don’t want to tell you the last time I did that, if in fact I ever did. It took me two hours, and I threw out at least three dozen bottles and jars of condiments, some of which dated back to the Middle Ages. I diligently cleaned each one out to put them in the recycling, and that was simply gross. Nothing like ancient fish eggs mixed with red pepper jelly mixed with old hummus mixed with fuzzy olives. Yuck. I then changed up the shelves, and if you don’t think that’s interesting, you should have witnessed the intense discussion this provoked with the rest of the household. Apparently everyone has very strong opinions on where the eggs should go, and how high the meat drawer should be. Like the little red hen, I told them “MY clean fridge, MY rules”. Although the little red hen made bread, didn’t she? So never mind.

 

So that was the highlight of the day, and yes, my life is exceptionally glamorous.  You’re just lucky I share it with you. Tomorrow the broom closet. Tell your friends.

 

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