After the stress baking comes the stress cleaning. Or so I’ve heard. Since social distancing and shelter in place began last week, I’ve heard tell of people who have gotten so bored staying inside that they’ve noticed every stray mite of dust in their homes and have resolved to do something about it.
For me, the breaking point for serious cleaning is the refrigerator. I was finally bored enough to tackle mine during the second week of our holiday hiatus. It had been a long time. There were some pleasant surprises, like the bottle of Mexican Coke I’d stashed away. Most of the surprises, though, were far more unpleasant.
There were a few desiccated lemons that had turned orange, several moldy rinds of cheese, a bag of greenish-brown sludge that had once been cilantro, and the dregs of several containers of various dairy products that were long past their expiration date.
The worst part, though, was a sticky, syrupy puddle that had settled on the bottom shelf and solidified in the cold. I’m not sure what it was. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know. What I do know is that it took a long time to scrub it off. And then afterward, I would periodically open the now-pristine fridge to admire it. And now it’s a mess again and it makes me want to weep. Though not yet to clean.