Even though I live alone, I still have a habit of opening up the fridge, peering in, seeing no edible food, wandering away, and then, twenty minutes later, opening the fridge again and peering in expectantly, perhaps in the hopes that the magical fridge fairy has replenished the supply of tasty food in the interim.

Or maybe I'm just waiting for the wilted vegetables to throw a little party in there, Peewee's Playhouse style.