This fridge, once a bounty of Epicurean delight, has been reduced to essentials and condiments.

It's hard to look at the fridge like this. Oh, the great times we once had together!

I'll be moving to NYC this winter. Part of the process has been the planned exhaustion of resources. I just can't bear to think of produce as jetsam. I've been using it up as best I can, far too often at the expense of my taste and dignity.

That's not my Pabst in the back. Somebody left it there.