I have no idea why there's so much stuff in my fridge that I can't bear to throw away. Right now the list of oddments includes some bruised apples, several Laughing Cow cheese wedges that I am going to eat, oh, NEVER, and a single-serving pouch of pre-mixed Sangria (classy!) that's been there since Spring. I mean, it's not like I'm going to make a MEAL out of this stuff. Not unless the zombie apocalypse occurs within the next week or two, anyway.
I mean, if something goes moldy or stinky, of COURSE it gets the old heave-ho, but if it's not obviously "bad"? Meh. It can stay. It's like I'm waiting for the stuff to leave of its own free will or something. "Hey, buddy, I didn't ask you to go; you left on your own." Yeeeah, now I'm getting passive-aggressive with the leftovers.
I posted about this on Facebook last night, and several people chimed in that they, too, had weird stuff lurking in the back of the fridge. Condiments, mostly. Although one person claimed that they LOVED those Laughing Cow wedges, although it seemed to be more because they can be taken camping without refrigeration than for any actual ... edibility.
So how about you? Anything ancient lurking in YOUR fridge? Enquiring minds want to know.