I’ve got this obsession.
It goes like this: Someone invites me into their home. When no one is around, I go into the kitchen and open the refrigerator and the ritual begins. I examine their condiments, recording my findings in a notepad. It’s all very scientific.
Like some rogue anthropologist set loose in the field, I want to better understand the people around me. You’ve probably done something similar. You see a guy wearing a suit and tie and naturally you think businessman. Or at least I do.
But condiments are different. We do not buy condiments to impress clients or turn on potential mates. Condiments aren’t like lingerie. We buy them for ourselves. A bit of comfort in the home. Imagine sweatpants.
Perhaps you’re wondering: Couldn’t we learn more from a person’s underwear drawer?
Alright, I’ll meet you halfway: I’ll write about the inside of refrigerators as if refrigerators were underwear drawers.