The scourge and salvation of my refrigerator
The scourge and salvation of my busy life.
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
Last month’s epic failure
Of a dinner best forgotten.
Who can live with them?
Who can live without them?