It’s a strange thing I do when I go visit people’s homes; I love looking in their fridge. B once pulled me up on it as he didn’t think it was appropriate, and I suppose I got where he was coming from, but I don’t do as an act of shame on their part, I do it coz it fascinates me (so watch out!).
In addition to that, yes your fridge says a lot about you. Leftover pizza boxes, half a slab of beer, every type of sauce known to man on the fridge door, soggy iceberg lettuce in the veggie crisper, and a loaf of home brand white sliced bread… not a real picture of health now is it?