My refrigerator smells like onions and garlic now.
There was some zucchini in the drawer that had been there too long to be edible, but not so long that it had gone all gooey.
I hate when things in the fridge become questionable science projects. But living alone, it seems to happen much more frequently that it did when I had at least one more mouth to feed.
These days, I’m glad for a refrigerator!