I love it when bloggers get real about their lives - not about what they think, because at this point I take it as a given that I'll read honest words, but about how they actually live. We see so many styled bedside tables and curated jewelry trays that it's easy to think you're the only girl who has a small collection of dried contacts next to her alarm clock and who sometimes throws her silver earrings into the gold side of the box. It's incredibly comforting when a blogger shares her personal space as it usually is, unprepared for a photo shoot! That's why Whitney got so many enthusiastic responses to her real house reveal last January and why Real Simple's #rsgetreal week on Instagram earlier in January was so popular - I don't know about yours, but my "OMG so busy" desk more often looks like this than this or even this. Aspirational living can be invigorating but it can also be exhausting, and it's nice to relax for a bit in the realization that there's nothing wrong with not constantly striving for neater or prettier.
It might seem strange to those of you who aren't big cooks, but the best way I can show you how I actually live is by opening my refrigerator. You've all seen my hauls from the farmers market, heavy laden with fruits and vegetables, and I've Instagrammed my lazy night Kraft mac & cheese dinners, but the way I usually live is somewhere in the middle of those two extremes. Because I love cooking (and I unapologetically cook what I enjoy making and eating, like this chocolate chip breakfast loaf and this feta/spinach soufflé, even when I'm actively trying to lose weight), giving you a peek into my fridge is like glimpsing my soul.
The topic of today's post was a spontaneous decision so, in case you were wondering, I didn't have time to edit the contents at all; it was inspired by tomorrow's post, which is all about leftovers. Ironically, I don't have many leftovers in the fridge at the moment, but I thought it might be revealing for you to see what I work with on a daily basis anyway! I'm tempted to give you lots of explanations and excuses as to what I bought for which recipe and why I keep it wherever it's living at the moment, but that sort of defeats the purpose of a candid post, doesn't it? So, without further ado, I open my refrigerator to you, dear readers.