Friday, March 27, 2015



The scourge and salvation of my refrigerator

The scourge and salvation of my busy life.

They beckon

They repel

They disappear when you want them

They get lost in remote corners of the fridge

You didn’t know you have.

They bring smiles of remembrance

Of memorable dinners.

They wrinkle your nose

With rank odors and cheesy smells.

Friday’s family smorgasbord

Tomorrow’s lunch

Last month’s epic failure

Of a dinner best forgotten.


Who can live with them?

Who can live without them?

1 comment:

  1. Leftovers - a definite winner in my book. No need to cook, just reheat and I even like them! Love your phrase "bring smiles of remembrance."