Well, the food cupboard sorting went well. It appears that I have 25 bags of pasta. All in date too. Sigh. I seem to buy pasta every second day. If all else fails around here, we will be eating Italian style. And do not ask how many bags of rice I have either. It is embarassing. It is actually a real blessing to see just how much I have squirrelled away in recent months. Deepening the pantry indeed.
However, a little variety would be good too. So I have drawn up a list of variables. So when I venture into the shops again, (in 6 months time) I will look only at the variety part and AVOID THE PASTA AISLE. If you live around here and happen to see me wandering in that direction, for heaven's sake, STOP ME!
In typical Casa de la Rocking Chair fashion, I had reached the point of no return, and had just emptied the entire store cupboard into my kitchen - table, floor, chairs, counter...... you get the picture... when the doorbell rang. After negotiating my way past teetering piles of foodstuff, I made it to the door, and a friend had popped round for tea. Re-negotiating one's way over the piles to reach the kettle was a feat I am justifiably proud of. The grin on the friend's face, quickly hidden, was met with a baleful eye. It shrieked "one word and you are so dead". The friend sniggered. And I inched my way back over the piles clutching 2 cups of coffee and flopped on to the couch and pretended my kitchen was a picture of orderliness.
I am talented like that.
So. That is sorted. We will not starve. And I do indeed have 3 jars of pesto and 3 of Thai green curry paste, now stored in different cupboards, to prevent me from making unfortunate mistakes. Ever again. I am a picture of organisation. It may last a week.
And even though there are 17 more cupboards in my kitchen to sort, I am ignoring them. They can wait.
It snowed a little last night, and then we had torrential icy rain today, and I have just been out to lunch and the temp is 3degreesC. COLD. It seems that winter has arrived. This is wind from the Arctic, so we were not expecting tropical, but this cold is eye-popping. I have yet to hunt down the gloves and hats.
Just so you know, yesterday's post was not morbid and depressed. It rather amused me. Trials can be depressing, but I tend to either stomp about in a demented fashion, (for a short while) or get a fit of the giggles at what else can go wrong. And given the nature of the things that tend to go wrong around here, that is a real blessing. If I am really upset, I never talk about it. Or say very little.
One more thing re the cupboards..... I can't actually eat anything in them now, you know, because that would mess up my arrangements, wouldn't it??? All those neat towers of things could come crashing down.........
Sigh. Life has its challenges!