It rained most of the morning, but by 2:00 it had let up a bit, so Roger went to play chess as usual. He called half an hour later to say that no one showed up and he was on the way back. This meant that he would be in charge of cleaning up the kitchen – a job which usually falls to me in the afternoon.
Our small kitchen offers several challenges besides the one of necessitating washing dishes twice a day. The refrigerator is quite small, rising to my shoulder height. This means it holds very little in the way of leftovers, so we cook almost every day, although we do manage some holdover meals. But there is little room for anything else other than some salad makings, cheese, butter, a very few condiments, and food for two meals. This means we are shopping every other day. We hit the market on Tuesday and Saturday, buying for Sunday as well on the latter day. Monday, Thursday and Friday we are often scrambling to decide what to eat, although we usually manage to go to the grocery store at least one day a week. It makes for a very different kind of shopping from what we were accustomed to doing in the States. In this life, as in our past one, we do not eat out much. We do almost out of necessity when we have company, because of the limitations in the refrigerator size, table size and amount of dishes. Otherwise, when it is just Roger and me, we seldom dine out.
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