|It looks so tidy...until you open those white built-in cabinets.|
Rach's refrigerator is pristine. It's a thing of beauty. She freely admits that if she feels stressed out, all she needs to do is open her refrigerator door. The labeled bins, everything in its proper place, it's the Rach equivalent to a day at the spa.
|Note Rach's empty top shelf....for leftovers!|
|Luckily you can't see the slimy section hidden at the back.|
|I count 2 pickle jars in this picture alone.|
Rachel sized my fridge up with a practiced eye. "The first thing we're going to do is take everything out." And so we did. Everything! We lined it up on my counter and she made me sort things into use groups. If I used something every day it went into the often group. Twice a week was seldom and less than once a week items went straight to the rarely used. We discovered that I have four jars of pickles, three jars of dijon mustard and three containers of cream cheese. There was no judgment about my jars of excess condiments, but when it came to the cream cheese she said, "You've got to promise me you'll stop buying cream cheese until you use these three packages." I promised. It was the least I could do for someone who gave up two hours of her Saturday to hang out with me and my slimy vegetables.
Tomorrow we get into the nitty gritty of how we reclaimed my refrigerator. I've got the after pictures and, even better, some amazing Rachel advice for how to avoid the slimy food syndrome. It's a whole new way of conceptualizing refrigerator space.