Last week I mentioned that I was organizing my fridge and that I may share a picture after I finished. Well, it’s done. Ta da! Not glamorous, but it’s clean. Also, there’s more space and it’s easier to grab things. The storage bins work well and the cubes for soup stock are perfect.
Is this super trivial? Yup. But sometimes the most mundane things now can end up being quite interesting in the future. And the most missed. Because we took them for granted and thought they would always be around.
I’m so glad that I took pictures of Wollaston Theatre before it was demolished. There was a beautiful tree that I used to walk by everyday for years. Until it was taken down. I still regret not photographing it.
There’s a lot of nostalgia that can come up with these types of things. The last time that I took a picture of my fridge was for Pi Day, March 14, 2015. I was shocked when I saw this date.
Pi Day was one of my favorite days because it used to be a big thing with food bloggers. Also the number always fascinated me.
Three years to the day after that post, my father died. On Pi Day 2018. I’ll never forget that morning, because of all the news that Stephen Hawking died. I kept thinking that given his mathematical brilliance, it made sense that he would die on the day when everyone celebrates a number. Little did I know that my father would die before the night ended.
No matter the age or their medical condition, the death of a parent is still shocking. I was heartbroken and shocked. But my father was also brilliant and he especially loved pie. The last time that I had seen him alive he was eating pie. So in a strange way, his death on that day made sense too.
Pi Day now is very bittersweet. As the years go by, it’s more sweet than bitter. But that’s the nature of life and sometimes the nature of food. So when I share with you the contents of my fridge, it means a lot more to me than you might initially think.