I come home from running errands last evening to find both my husband and my son rolling around under my son's truck. I left them to it and went to make supper. While I started supper I also tackled the fridge cleaning.
I really don't like to clean out my fridge. There is always something unidentifiable lurking away somewhere. I didn't have much choice because I couldn't get one of my vegetable crisper drawers to open. Somehow it had gotten something sticky in the track and it would not pull out. So I had to dismantle the entire crisper assembly and give it a good scrub. I tried to clean underneath at the same time, but I don't think I quite got everything. I don't understand why there is always this nasty, sticky goo under the drawers...
The fridge was done about the same time as supper finished cooking. It was dark by this time and the guys were finished with the truck--at least with the most difficult part. They came in to wash up and eat.
Craig looked into the pot, grabbed a spoon and started eating straight out of the pot. I watched this for a moment and suggested, "Get a plate or a bowl and put food on it and eat the food." So he does. He gets a plate, piles it with food, and continues to eat straight from the pot...His excuse--I wasn't specific enough.