1) Buy too much for your munchkin sized freezer, so that every time your husband opens it, weird things fall all over the place. All the food in this picture? Fit in a cooler that would hold 18 cans. That’s how small this freezer was.
2) Put his favorite items in the back of the fridge, requiring him to send out a search party for queso, since the light hasn’t worked since 2008. Also, put the beer in the opaque drawers on the bottom of the fridge. You know–the drawers where everything drips into, and the drawers where wilted cilantro goes to die.
3) Eventually, just refuse to go grocery shopping until a new fridge arrives. I announced this last night at dinner.
This afternoon, this arrived. If you need me, I’ll be alphabetizing my condiments and making little beds for my produce in my new food hotel.