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.