[How do you like that censorship, Mom?? Just for you.]
think I am a hoarder. Not an animal hoarder (yet). I hoard food like I lived through the Great Depression. Seriously.
Just four days out from moving day, I found myself digging through piles and piles of almost empty food items. What the hell was I planning to do with less than 1/2 a cup of brown rice pasta, two carrot sticks, like eight frozen green beans, maybe a quarter cup of shredded cabbage and a sprinkling of chickpeas?
Make lunch, apparently.
I don’t know why I didn’t just throw these final few bits into whatever meal I was making the last time when they became straggling leftovers. Or why I didn’t just throw them away. What can I say? I’m
And while these food scraps don’t look like much on their own, their whole is greater than the sum of their parts. They came together to make a perfectly suitable must-clear-out-the-kitchen-this-week meal.
Don’t you just
hate love moving?