My friend, Christine, visited my place for the first time a few weeks ago and commented on how pathetic my refrigerator was.
I wasn't sure what she meant. I had the necessities and I always thought that I ate reasonably well (sometimes too well for a rock climber constantly battling gravity).
I had Evelyne and Alan over for dinner tonight so I prepared a rosemary and pepper-encrusted steak. After dinner, I reached into the refrigerator to look for a refreshing way to end the meal. There was nothing but some old bread (the mold just barely being faught off by the cold), a dessicated lime, and margarita mix (not much use without the lime).
So, my conclusion was that I was eating fine...even well...but just barely. It would only take a snow storm to strand me for a day and I would run out of edible delights. I was living with no dining buffer, right on the edge!
Then again, everything, even eating, is more rewarding when there is an element of danger. Perhaps the danger would be having to eat the lime.