He runs in from school, checks the refrigerator, and then looks for the inevitable note. “Dear Tommy: Don’t eat more than three cookies. Jello in the refrig is for supper.[…]” 1988, David Jeremiah with Carole C. Carlson, Exposing the Myths of Parenthood, Dallas, Tex.: Word Publishing, →ISBN, page 68:
Lea put the phone down and looked at the mess she had made of her kitchen. Well, at least the floor under the refrig is clean now. […] He looked past her toward the kitchen. “It is still a mess.” She looked down shyly. “At least under the refrig is done.” 2005, Penelope S. Hession, Cast Your Nets, [Morrisville, N.C.]: www.lulu.com, →ISBN, pages 50–51:
Food just vanishes when he’s around. I think he eats through some sort of process of osmosis. My husband says that by the time he gets home from the city in the evening, the refrig is always empty. 1989, Valerie Wolzien, The Fortieth Birthday Body: A Suburban Mystery, New York, N.Y.: Thomas Dunne Books, →ISBN, page 99:
Now I see why my man always breaking his diets. The refrig is packed to the capacity. 2006, Dana S. Hubbard, Every Dog Has His Day, [United States?]: Jorya Publishing, →ISBN, page 16:
“Did you eat?” / “Mom, I’ll call you tomorrow . . .” / “Where’s the food I sent?” / “In the refrig.” 2007, Bahia Abrams, The Other Half of My Soul, Asheville, N.C.: Grateful Steps, Inc., →ISBN, page 70:
A jar of Pickled Beets in the refrig is always great insurance. 1982, Maili Yardley, Hawaii Cooks… The Island Way, Honolulu, Haw.: Topgallant Publishing, →ISBN, page 25, column 1: