THERE IS YOGURT IN THE BACK OF MY FRIDGE

The shelves of my refrigerator are cluttered. There is either barbecue sauce or ketchup dried on one shelf. The door is so full of condiments it isn’t even funny. But I can justify everything in there.

But way in the back of the top shelf is a container of plain yogurt.

I despise yogurt.

So, how did it get there? I do all the grocery shopping, and I would never voluntarily think we should all of a sudden begin consuming yogurt, especially not the kind without fruit in it. The fruity variety is bad enough, but the plain stuff tastes like sour paste.

Did I think I should put the yogurt in something? Like pancakes? But we don’t eat pancakes. I don’t make muffins, either.

I am sure that nobody gifted this yogurt to us.

The cat doesn’t eat yogurt.

Was I thinking about making something in yogurt sauce? We like cucumbers in that creamy sauce with dill. However, I don’t have a recipe for that. So did I buy the yogurt thinking I would look one up? But I didn’t buy any dill. So it couldn’t be that.

Was their a dinner we might have had that involved yogurt, like some sort of marinade or maybe a food show suggested that next time we mashed potatoes, we should put yogurt in?  The thing is, I don’t watch cooking shows.

This will haunt me, this yogurt.

I threw the yogurt in the trash. And beside the trash can, I noticed a Glade Plug-In.

We have poltergeists is the only explanation for all of this.

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