I don’t know where they live during the day. I think they hide in the back of the closet where the old shoes and the dust bunnies live or they may hide in the cellar behind the washer and dryer where nobody ever goes.
They’re the “Munchies” and they creep out from wherever they spend their days and start whispering in my ear and tickling my tummy in the middle of the night. I used to try to fight them off, pulling the covers up over my head and trying to go back to sleep.
I’m older now and wiser, I know that they just come back again and again so it’s just easier to get up and deal with them. Barefoot and glassless, I stumble to the goody vault, the home of lonesome leftovers, the refrigerator.
We have a fairly new refrigerator, I like it. The little light that comes on has a softer glow than the one in the older refrigerator so it doesn’t disturb the semi-coma I’m in.
Let’s see, what’s on the menu tonight? Left over spaghetti makes a good sandwich, there’s a chicken breast that I forgot to cover but if I pull off the hard parts, there’s a lot of good snacking there. Homemade chicken soup — but I don’t like the beep the microwave makes. I prefer cold snacks, they’re quieter.
All this decision making clears some of the fog from my brain and I start to really look at what’s in this big stainless steel box. It could use some weeding out. There are a lot of bottles with a dab of this and a blob of that in them that are trying to hide back where the real food never goes.
There’s a half jar of mint jelly, when did we get that and what did we use it for? It’s right next to a small jar of red juice with brown blobs floating in it that I think used to be some form of fruit.
There’s another small unlabeled jar that has a brown marmalade in it behind the cup of cracked and dried soup.
Behind some pills and jars of vitamins, I find my jar of garlic jelly, I’ve been looking for that. A little used jar of walnuts in honey appears as I dig deeper, what would you use walnuts in honey for? It would be hard to spread on a piece of bread.
There’s a jar with three maraschino cherries in it that I’ve never seen before. It was snuggled behind a couple of adult beverages that I keep on hand for thirsty relatives. There are a couple of good sized dishes with covers on them that I can’t see through, I’m not opening them. I have learned from experience that there are things that are better left alone.
I know what I’m going to be doing tomorrow — refrigerator weeding is in order, I pull out the freezer drawer.
Now I REALLY know what I’m going to be doing after the sun appears. I can identify most of the things stuffed in there but there are a few freezer bags that have unidentifiable ice covered objects in them.
The one on top is either berries or Swedish meatballs, I’ll find out tomorrow, I guess.
I close the freezer and go about the business of making a spaghetti sandwich for the Munchies. The Munchies enjoy it. It is really pretty tasty for night food.
I wonder how come I don’t think to make one when it’s light out. The Munchies disappear and I feel sleep coming on again. Back to bed, tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.
Thought for the week — I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose-fitting clothing. If I had any loose-fitting clothing, I wouldn’t have signed up in the first place.
Until next week, may you and yours be happy and well.
Reach Dick Brooks at Whittle12124@yahoo.com.