Star date:  3-4-16

Taking inventory of my refrigerator seemed a noble adventure for a Friday night. Sporting sweatpants, gloves, a red bandana, and a Jazz Fest t-shirt, I jumped in with complete abandon. Kitchen strategy after all is over-rated. Carrots, celery, broccoli, spinach, golden beets, cucumbers, pineapple, and the obligatory blue-green penicillium experiment (I think it used to be a satsuma orange) occupied space in the produce drawers of my fridge. Nothing too surprising there, so I moved on to bottles and jars. Cane syrup, apple juice, fig preserves, soy sauce, pickles and ah, olives — not one jar, but three. Kalamata olives from Greece. It seems that I can never remember while at the grocery store whether I have olives or need olives, so I buy another jar, just in case. Then I discovered, hidden behind less important items, a bottle of “organic chocolate syrup.” Gloves off. Inventory suspended.

A banana-mocha smoothie is a good ending for a Friday night.