Eating Dinner With My Family

While the tide is turning in my favor in my battles with my food supplies, I know that if I am not vigilant they will regroup and then I will have to start over.  The food had some sneaky troops stationed neither in the fridge nor the pantry!  There were a plethora of tortillas, never opened, from a long time ago.  I turn to the fridge and note that there is a large block of queso fresco left over from our chilequiles.  Seeing as they are both ingredients for Mexican, but knowing that quesco fresco isn't exactly 'melting' cheese, I decide to experiment with it all and make a quesadilla and hope for the best.  So I am taking out the tortillas  and the queso before they go bad.  That's two.  I notice one lone small red pepper that some how was hiding behind the fruit and a small 1/2 of a red onion that needs to be used.  Ok all working so far.  I had the remnants of a large bag of shredded mozzarella.  Ha I will clean that up too:)....

It seems that my belief that I struck the fridge a mortal blow the last time we met in battle was presumptuous.  It has retaliated by actively breeding its contents in the dark of night and doubling its number of suicide troops. (you know those items that are stacked on top of other items and leap at you when you open the door!) It is hoarding its leftovers in order to keep the temperature cooler in there and there just so it can start freezing items and ruining them just for spite.  I am tempted, with the same spite, to just blitzkrieg its a$$ by throwing out all the contents and starting over. But I can't, there are too many pricey condiments in there to justify such a drastic action.  The only way I am going to beat this monster is to make a meal that resembles heavily patched jeans. (IE 1 leftover pizza slice, 1 burger, some random 1/2 portions of sides and some odds and ends of cheese blocks.  yummy, NOT!) I don't know if I can do that. ...

The sun was not shining, it was too wet to play, my husband wouldn't be home for dinner that day.  So I sat there staring, not knowing what to do, and I thought how I wish I had some other food*! *to work with in my fridge;) Whenever my brain is too tired, taxed or just plain wants a vacation, I seem to regress to silliest moments of childhood.  I have a refrigerator full to bursting and a pantry that is rebelling against its lack of room by periodically tossing food at me when I open the door, so I still my urge to shop for what I want to eat tonight and say I will just make sustenance and forget how tasty it is.  I'm not even that hungry, but the kids need to eat.  What is the number one thing that I need to use and I will build a dish around it.  The refrigerator, (who I think is planning it's attacks with the pantry) says well the thing that needs to be used is the 'krab'.  OK I have to confess, I have a weakness for the fake crab....