My stinky fridge, and a weird dream

My fridge has had a weird smell for a while. Every time Andrew and I thought we had found the source of the smell and disposed of it, the next day led to more confusion as the smell remained. Yesterday morning I opened the fridge and was again grossed out and puzzled. Then my eye caught something at the very back of the middle shelf. I moved everything out of the way (that wasn't the first time, by the way) and found...

my big Costco container of feta cheese WITH THE LID OFF.

Bingo. And disgusting-o.

It had fallen behind the shelf - probably got knocked back when someone pushed the soy milk in a little too vigorously - and was practically invisible to the casual observer. I threw it away, and within a few hours my fridge smelled normal again. Mystery solved, happy ending.

But then last night I had a dream. In my dream, I was with my friend Monique (that's mostly who it was, although in my dreams a person is never just one person), and she was telling someone how I don't like cheese. She said, "Stephanie mostly just likes cheddar, but even that she picks off her food and gives it to us." I tried to interrupt her lies. "No! I love cheese! I love feta, and gorgonzola, and blue cheese..." but nobody was listening. This unknown audience was totally falling for half-Monique's dream lies about my not liking cheese.

So in case you were there in my dream and you believed her, let me say that I LOVE cheese. Despite the unfortunate feta incident, which makes my pregnant stomach churn just thinking about it, I am still a big cheese fan. That's all.

P.S. My current favorite cheese, the kind that I ate almost the whole block in one day, is Boursin Garlic & Herbs. It's expensive, but it is oh-so-worth-it. I think I'll go finish it off for breakfast.