My trophy wife refrigerator
My fridge is trying to morph into my daughter's fridge.
It's a beautiful thing, isn't it? When we had our kitchen redone a couple of years ago, I went for style over substance. My new Jenn-Air refrigerator is so much more useless than our trusty old GE side-by-side that we had for 20 years.
I think of it as my trophy wife fridge.
Just to give you one example, the cold filtered water spout is inside the door so as not to spoil its beautiful lines. Anyone who uses it has to stand there with the door open. Very energy efficient.
But I digress. ...
I want to tell you about what's happened to my fridge since my daughter moved home temporarily. Faithful readers know that when the lease on her apartment in LA ran out at the end of March, Gailor decided that since she was heading east in the fall anyway for business school, she might as well pay us an extended visit. She can work from anywhere.
The three of us get along very well, but I am worried about my fridge. It seems to be getting anorexic. Gailor's modus operandi in LA was to work late, then go out to eat or pick up something on the way home. (In LA everyone lives this way, so there are many more wonderful, healthful and inexpensive pick-up places than we have here.)
That is a very tempting lifestyle, and I'm having a hard time resisting it.
The other night I felt like I had achieved a moral victory. I was the only one eating at home that evening, so I stopped by the store to buy myself a little treat (a lamb chop) to go with some cold asparagus that was miraculously in the beautiful but useless fridge. The moral victory came in forcing myself to buy some ingredients for a meal for three for the next night.
This is so completely different from how I used to be. I used to write out menus for the week on a four-by-six card and put it up on the refrigerator door. My new fridge is stainless steel and won't let me pin anything up on her. It might spoil her lines.
I didn't notice then how hard it is to cook for one semi-vegetarian (prime filet mignon and raw ahi tuna, for instance, are OK) and one sensible eater who believes a low-cholesterol diet is a good thing.
I can no longer get away very often with serving a simple meat and two veggies. Although everyone in my family is very polite about what I put in front of them, I hate to see that flicker of disappointment in their eyes. My daughter's favorite meal I make is a cheese souffle, something I no longer have the energy to whip up after work and yet another stop at the store.
Yes, I know about stir-fries; but even they seem like a lot of trouble when the three of us could just meet at some nice little bistro, have a glass of wine and chat about our day while other people do the cooking. Only we don't have the money or the time to do that every night.
I blame it on my fridge. She's been introduced to another lifestyle -- one where she's not stuffed with fresh vegetables, salad ingredients, eggs, meat, milk, and other good, healthy foods -- and she likes it.