When we get close to pay day, I always remember a story I heard about Refrigerator Fairies*. They’re kinda like Tinkerbell, but instead of sprinkling fairy dust that makes you fly, they fill a fridge with delectable, delicious noms.
But I’m starting to think that these fairies are dying out, or at least favouring others with their magic dust instead of visiting me. I don’t remember when last my fridge was this empty. Sure, there’s bread and milk (so I'm not going to starve), but I definitely remember buying those myself.
There’s also marg, jam, a small block of cheese, a kilo of Woolies peeled onions, coffee and sugar. And yes, I store all of these items in the fridge. But where are the roast chicken leftovers, the bag of apples, the half eaten milk tart? The freezer could use a new tub of Nestlé’s Peppermint Crisp ice-cream, a frozen pizza or two and some chicken nuggets.
No matter how often I open the doors to the magical cold storage box, nothing new appears. The sting of rejection by one of my most loved magical creatures (the unicorn takes top honours, but that’s mostly cos he’s a horse. Pegasus comes in second for the same reason) is hitting hard.
I can just see the little bugger thumbing his nose at me, sniggering “Ha, ha. I got new friends now. You’re just gonna have to survive on peanut butter toast.”
I thought about playing Ready, Steady, Cook – Home edition, with the few ingredients I can scrounge from various storage cupboards, but I’m not really that ingenious when it comes to cooking and I figure I’ll end up throwing away the result, which would be a real waste.
So it’s end-of-the-month-Salticrax-snacks until pay day. Now if only I could find some Salticrax, that idea might work. How many ways are there to prepare a peanut butter sarmie?
*In the interest of complete honesty, it could that I made this story up as a coping mechanism for justifying my complete lack of money at the end of each month.
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