December 17

Dec 17, 2024

Food people are about food…it isn’t diamonds. I know how I am about food. Once it is there, I am not likely to throw it away. The longer I own it, the more attached to it I become. Each time I consciously consider throwing it away and don’t do it, I further commit myself to eating it. I don’t tell myself that, of course. I say I am not ready to decide about it. But that is a decision. So the best course of action is to figure out how much I really need of anything tempting and not to make/buy too much. I tend to feed people the way that I would eat – which means that I make waaaaaay too much. (I assume that the average person would, like me, eat fifteen h’ors d’oeuvres, when the norm, according to caterers, is apparently four.) Then I am unwilling to part with it. Oh darnsies, leftovers. What’s a girl to do? Surely there are people starving….somewhere.

I used to make fun of my Grandmother when she would excessively wrap things up for us to take home – with waxed paper, elastic bands, foil, string – all saved from somewhere. The item would be wrapped like it had to survivie an Arctic expedition. I do the same exact thing. Grandma Lucy is probably looking down at me and smiling – vindicated at last!

At any given time, I could tell you exactly how much of any kind of junk is in my house, or yours if I have been there for 5 minutes. It’s scary.