Fridge Nightmare

Normally I'm quite a domestic person who enjoys cooking and cleaning around the house. Though, since I start to get used to the fact that now my dad has a wife, I've passed the baton onto her and hoping for the best.

Frankly, I never had any faith in her with the domestic chores simply because she's a woman of career and consumerism, and being the youngest in her family, I have no doubt in my mind that she is indeed a princess.

However, a sudden change as I left the house undone was the increase of fresh fruit and produce in and out of the fridge. Sometimes, there's even the banging of the wok and turning of the stove as I come home. Dishes that I would not dare to try - simply because they're more laborious than a pot of curry or stew that can last me for a week - are now being presented and left in the fridge.

Boasting and cheering, she even bragged to my dad on the phone with her new-found ability in life. I, too, enjoyed the success. Maybe I was wrong, maybe she's not a princess afterall.



For a while I enjoyed this metamorphosis, but as the Tupperware starts to accumulate rapidly, my worries reappear. The first sign was the occasional peculiar whiff as the fridge door is opened. As shown in the picture, the three circled items have been in the fridge for more than a few weeks, particularly the box on the right - Azuki bean soup (red bean soup) for more than a month ago. How do I know? Because she cooks it during her menstrual period.

As for the pot, I wouldn't dare to look into it because the last time I looked, it was stewed pork and bean curd all curdled and smelled like foul sewage. Gordon Ramsay would definitely need to kick some ass here.

After seeing the fridge, I have no doubt that my immune system has been well trained for the worst. This incident should boost my domesticism and it did, which led me in cleaning the floor and maybe I'll even dump out the food to make it clear that I'm back.