I forgot to take my camera down stairs yesterday, so I didn’t make a photographic record of this day’s heroic act at all. My goal was to get rid of the kitchen implements that we didn’t use. Do we use three garlic presses? No. Four of this, three of this….no. Endless spatulas, no. So I took out every drawer and container that had a kitchen utensil, and dumped the stuff on the counter.
It was really scary.
I know…I know. Perhaps both of us packrats should have gone into therapy about this many years ago. but we didn’t. We know the root cause. We have both lost everything so many times, that we now just buy more then hold on to it.
The plan is, if I don’t use it, out it goes….if I can do it.
Yesterday I did things in stages. I wiped out the drawers, then I sat down and read in an excellent Dick Francis mystery. I scrubbed the drawer inserts then put them out in the sunshine to dry. I read. I washed the gold glass jar that I have the wooden spoons in. I washed the metal box that held the most used spoons….because I couldn’t get into the over jammed drawer. I read while they baked outside in the glorious sun.
The counter was covered with endless kitchen stuff, and I didn’t take a picture of it. Shame on me.
I’d sort a few things then read. Repeat. If it were not so funny, it would be tragic.
In the end, on the counter was a mild sized pile of rejects, on the stairs were two bags of things in search of new homes, and in the drawers….it was amazing how clean and neat they were. I confess. Between us we did put away five things that had sentimental value. Grandma’s bread knife. A boning knife that G said he would use if it were out. A well made long handled wood and steel fork. Things like that.
I did not bring a camera to the great cookbook offing either. More shame. I did get them out on the shelves of the Discovery Shop Friday. Blindly. I didn’t really look at them. There they are priced and shelved and not here.
Sometimes heroic acts are blindly taken.