My refrigerator knows me best. The bottle of Kissan mixed fruit jam reminds me of my school tiffin and the umpteen butter-jam sandwiches I ate during my pregnancy. Also, a not so gentle reminder of the still present jelly belly. The overstocked veggie baskets remind me that I feel somewhat lost without lots of yummy leafy, crunchy goodies. As I do without milk. I loooove milk and drink lots of it. Lately, I drink lots of soy milk. Yummy! I love eating left-overs the next day. Especially if it isn't something I cooked.

What does your refrigerator say about you?