A Mess
The streets are a wet mess as the temps are in the thirties.
Messes are not just on wet street and walkways. There had been something amiss in one of our refrigerator’s crisper drawers. It was not good. It may have been in progress for sometime going by the labels of products that had been in the drawer. They now were in a state of encapsulated gunk that resembled a clear-coat of some kind. Mirror mirror on the wall.
We were in need of groceries as the cupboards were creaking they were so bare. Admittedly, we do that often to allow us to use what had and has been bought in the past. An example would be our supper from last night. A can of white chicken meat. I made sure to wipe the top of the can as it had been on the shelf in the pantry for quite some time. An onion that was about to sprout a new beginning was next. The pay-back for letting it sit idle for so long was that I needed to take off my glasses while shredding it. The tears were severe, I had to stop and rinse my eyes in the bathroom. The last ingredient was a paltry amount of shredded Swiss cheese. Mayo to the recue to combine said items. The plastic container was popped into the refrigerator until it was time for supper.
With my grocery list in hand I was getting ready to shop at our Super-Fair grocery store.
There is an adage: seek and you will find, ask and it shall be given. I honed in on the last of that adage. I asked Dennis to take care of the yucky crisper drawer while I was gone. Sweet. I wouldn’t be around to tell him how to do it.
A win, win. The drawer was clean enough to put the new produce in it and we had a variety of groceries back in the house.
You have to love when a plan comes together. The chicken salad was great for supper.
With that I will take my leave. ♥