Monday evening, when I got home, our fridge was… gone. Departed, vamoosed, disappeared, even. (Is that ok to say?) All that was left was a big empty, dusty space in the kitchen. I’ve got a picture of the space, but, really, it’s just a picture of a big, empty, dusty space, next to a crusty <shudder> set of drawers and our microonda.
To be fair, I knew we were going to lose the fridge. I found out on Sunday just after I had brought some groceries home — D’oh! Turns out the fridge was a “loaner” (note: it was also a “loner,” but that’s a story for another time) and the owner wanted it back. I guess that, in México, refrigerators are considered to be a movable commodity. The result is that we are now refrigeratorless… at least until the next fridge decides to move in.
Surprisingly, living without a fridge hasn’t been nearly as hard as I thought it would be. We have more space in the kitchen and we’re probably saving a ton on electricity. Plus, with a handful of little grocery stores around the corner, I’ve been buying things in small batches and only making enough for one day. (After the week of gluttonistic self-destruction for Thanksgiving, I’m on a “lots-of-soup” diet.) Any vegetable that isn’t used just goes into the cabinet with the avena, higos secos, and other dry goods. Though, I am missing having yogurt in the mornings, the only real inconvenience is that none of the beer is cold.
Hmmmm, on second thought, this whole no-cold-beer thing is unacceptable!!!
México, D.F.
Filed under: Keeping Busy en el D.F. | Tagged: cooking, kitchen appliances, Mexico City, refrigerators
