When it comes to spring cleaning, I’m more the undercover type than the show and tell type. I’ll train the
Labradors to lie coyly on the coffee stain on the carpet when visitors drop by to avoid having to mount a frontal attack on the living room shag with a shop vac. But when it comes to cleaning out the refrigerator, there’s nothing to do but roll up your apron strings and confront the leftovers head on.
Long ago, the Captain of our Compost Heap labeled our vegetable drawer “The Rottery,” a secret place where lettuce goes to die. So this spring, while everyone else is planting rows of green beans and tomatoes, I’ll be making room in the vault for the new kids in town. Because the dogs might be willing to lend a paw when it comes to the coffee on the carpet, but they have no interest in helping to hide the bodies of the radishes in the refrigerator.