My refrigerator is small, a Chinese Haier that I changed for a Russian Input more than of? ....20 years!!!, it still has its original paint but it already needs to make a new front door ,and plus a touch-up of the same white all over the exterior.
In general it has broken twice, luckily neither of them was the machine which is one of the most expensive things, the first was the filter because got terrible humidity, and the second was the thermostat, which was not very dramatic to change, but now off more time than on and I think it is still broken, but it is not... which gives me the habit of always checking it on the sly.
The truth is that we can't ask for more... although the most uncomfortable thing about it is its size... but otherwise it stoically resists each blackout of 12 to 18 hours heroically, because it is capable of keeping quite cold in the refrigerator... of course I'm not going to exaggerate, in the summer it's something else... because it drips a lot, and that's why people nicknamed them the drizzled.
But I won't tell you more story. What the hell do I have in the refrigerator?
Well, first of all, everything I can think of that goes there... sometimes I exaggerate a little but there are no refrigerator inspectors, so that's my problem...😅... I also have little things that take longer than they should... perennials like trees that are over 1500 years old, I let them be comfortable and cool in an undisturbed peace... because I tell you that I hate cleaning it, and I give that job to my husband, but in the end I end up rearranging it again because there is always something that I didn't like the way it turned out and that's when my Tourette syndrome appears, and I can't help it.
But I can ignore certain things, like a weightless piece of chicken sailing on top of other packages of meat in the refrigerator along with a two-month-old chicken and cheese burger that has been rolling from one corner to the other without any attention. Anyway, I'm going to describe what I have, it's not like it's much, you know, I live in Cuba and things are burning here, but two post post caught my attention in which he showed a very empty refrigerator full of eggs, a little difficult to understand when you live in the first world, the complete opposition whit the other , which did exhibit the true American lifestyle...😂...
So, ready to see my fridge for floors? but don't worry, I won't bore you or stun you too much, you'll which is not too much.
1.Fridge.
You will see a mass of nylon packages , each of them has several types of meat, but more white than red, chicken predominates because it is the "cheapest" but don't believe it... I also have some delicious freshwater trout, I had never tried them and I was left with 🤤...some pork, liver, a little bit of beef mince that I didn't like because it seems to have soy, and a sad hamburger that I haven't just thrown away, it's stuck to the floor of the refrigerator, Poor thing, and a chicken thigh that was left over last night from something I prepared... it stayed there... but since that doesn't matter, Bah!
2.First floor. A five-pound jar of kidney beans is for my husband, you know I'm on a diet, right?, and my meals must have a very neutral pH. And a white jug with natural yogurt for me, together with a bowl of chopped aloe vera that looks like one of those sea jellyfish that makes all your feet cramp. 3.Second floor. Half a carton of eggs, butter, dressing, mayonnaise. And a blue plastic that has been around for 6 years and is only used to put on the neck as cold therapies for bones and muscles. I don't remember how it got there...do I? Nothing on this plant is mine, except the tiny piece of cheese. 4.Third floor. On the left, instant pasta, I like it very well, I don't use the small packets they come with, they are pure poison, I cook my meats and add them at the end. Half a tasteless melon that I don't disposal because my husband is a fish tank cleaner and eats it with sugar. Bottom drawers a million pakcages of various types of beans, corn flour, white flour from Castile, cereals and my jellies... I think that's all, but every now and then I'm surprised by some little surprise out there, like some peanut seeds that I don't know how they appeared wrapped as a gift...how strange...😶 5.The door. It is saturated with expired medicines, powdered seasonings, substance pills, 10-year-old plastic béchamel cream, sauces for roast meats, and a knob that says ginger... which rolls from the second to the third floor depending on where it falls from when I open the door...😅 That's it, that's it...I have almost nothing for myself, because I have a phobia of food and everything I eat is well selected and prepared daily, my husband can eat a ton if he wants to...the only thing missing is the pots of food that are kept at night. Ahhh and I had to organize a little before the photos, so I wasn't completely honest, I admit, it didn't hurt either, remember that I am not the main person responsible for the home life of my refrigerator. That's all for today...the next thing will be to acquire a vacuum sealing machine to prevent some things from being corrupted...and buy a refrigerator to store plenty of seasonal fruit...ohhh...then I would show you a million mamey and mango High pulp that would give me for the entire year...I love it... This is my entry for weekend commitments.
The horrible jellyfish
A pitcher of lemon soda in the bottom, same for my husband's.
A can of tomato puree paste, a sealed nylon of artisanal tomato puree, sausages...everything for my dearest's meals, how lucky he is!
A little piece of dry cheese that I adore, and I keep an eye on it so that no one eats it.
A bowl of bone treats for my pet.
A bowl of chili peppers for seasonings.
A small bowl of meat cooked for my pet is further back.
A bottle of sour orange for meat marinades.
A knob of ginger that travels from one plant to another..
Here with my little piece of cheese.. 🤤
At this time I keep the water out of the refrigerator...
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