This week I tackled the refrigerator. It wasn’t too bad, really. The worst thing I found was a box of pancake mix that expired in November. I think I’ve used it since then, but it was in the fridge and we obviously didn’t get sick from it. It’s nice to have such a central part of the home organized, even if it won’t stay that way for long. Notice the big plastic bag on the lower shelf. That’s a skinned wild turkey my dad killed on my uncle’s ranch. I’m going to make tukey-au-vin today with it.