Practicing what I preach, I was cleaning out some kitchen cabinets. Social distancing means lots of time at home. Whether nest-fluffing is a high priority or a measure of last resort, procrastinating is harder to do when you don’t have as many excuses. All those things we claimed to hate- traffic, carpools, errands, meetings- they don’t seem so bad now, do they. I’d give anything to be able to swim ( I wouldn’t grouse about having to share a lane), take or teach a yoga class, walk with friends, meet for lattes, go to the Manor Theatre or the library, get hassled by TSA. And I’m betting you would too. Your list will be different, but we’re all at loose ends.
Poking around in my kitchen cabinets seemed the highest best use of my time this morning. I found a few things that needed to go. You’ve surmised that chickpeas are not the subject of this picture. Why in the world I have kept these pie weights, I cannot explain. I seldom bake a pie and the only time I ever used these things, they were not helpful. I should have let them go right then. But I didn’t. They have sat, sealed in this jar for years. I must not have thoroughly washed and dried them before putting them away. When I opened the jar, the smell of rancid butter was powerful. So I washed them again. And again. Don’t ask me why.
They still smell horrible. I’ll never again use them and neither will anyone else. A can of chickpeas - now that would have been a keeper.
What’s lurking in your house? Now’s a good time to find out. Tidying in the Age of Corona.