Name of food writer: Zibby Wilder aka "Fridge Bitch"
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Position: Web editor
Shame factor: I don't think there's much here one could feel shame for. Or pride, for that matter. I just can't handle anything beyond edible in my fridge.
Let's put it this way, if I worked at your work, I would be that girl who emails everyone repeatedly every Thursday warning you that all your nasty leftovers and forgotten fur-filled tupperwares are going in the trash. And I would do it with great, gleeful joy.
But you know, what really gets me going (as the flax oil and organic salad mix may hint at) is that I do try and eat healthy and am concerned about what's considered "food" these days - but the crap in that cat food? Incredible. Where I used to feed them a varied diet of raw foods, human-quality canned foods, and healthy treats of salmon jerky, I now pay $45 for a 24-can case of...corn. With a little teaser of pork by-products.
Alas, what's a girl to do?
Other items not shown: In door: 17 bottles of beer. One bottle of Prosecco. One bottle champagne. One bottle Framboise Lambic. One bottle chocolate-infused whiskey. One jar Vegenaisse.
As Sheehan noted in his initial fridge post: "we're going to try to run these snaps once a week for as long as our supply of food writers and refrigerators holds out, but if some of you out there happen to have a fridge that you think is particularly psychologically telling and/or picturesque, please feel free to send along a snap (along with the necessary identifying information) and maybe we'll include you in our little experiment. Fridge photos can be sent to me at firstname.lastname@example.org."