The greatest thing about the day so far is that he’s realized there is sour cream in his refrigerator. While he does, indeed, live alone, yes, anyone with a fridge knows this kind of magic. There are no laws of conservation of anything. You put something in, and it’s not necessarily coming back out. Or, you haven’t put something in, and there it is, ready to come out. It’s not science. It’s fridgetastic. Fridgemagic? Fridgerriffic? Hard to tell where to put in the d and where to take it out in all of these made-up words, but that’s part of the charm, isn’t it?
So! Sour cream! Based on a smart decision sometime within the last week or two -- judging from the smell, because sell-by dates are hardly tell-by dates, what with all the chemicals and all the -- stop. It smelled good. It’ll taste good. Good enough.
Isn’t it miraculous how you can set yourself up like that? In a story it would be foreshadowing, but in the kitchen it’s just stocking your cupboards. Otherwise they’re bare and there are no ingredients for your next adventure. Instead you have oatmeal and rice and cans of beets. Which are all lovely things, too, but not necessarily the grounds for adventure and Saturday morning delight.
Sour cream is. No doubt.
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