Staring at an Empty Fridge It is 7 PM on a Tuesday and I have just finished a long day at work. My fridge is humming quietly in the corner and I know exactly what is inside without even opening the door. There is a half empty jar of pickles, some mustard, and maybe a lonely carrot. The last thing I want to do right now is chop vegetables or wait twenty minutes for a pot of water to boil. This...