Helen likes to put things on a low shelf in the fridge to “save them for later.”
So when I open the fridge sometimes, I find the weirdest things: half a cookie, an opened banana that has turned black, a dried slab of bologna, part of a licorice rope. Usually carefully wrapped in a napkin. I do not know where she learned this, because I don’t do it, and neither does Jerry.
It’s like a treasure hunt for randomness.