If there's anything that I still find frustrating about moving every two to three years, it's the pantry. Most of the time, we can't bring non-perishables with us. Even spices are banned when heading to some places (up side? you know your spices are never more than two to three years old).
Today, I was looking through our corner cupboard, where we keep things like granola bars, pasta, and munchies. It's overflowing, because I keep finding things we can only buy in America, and I purchase them, not because I will eat them in the near term, but just because I can. Or maybe the ever-picky Patrick will decide one of the new fangled American foods will suit is discerning palate.
As I was putting away the groceries yesterday and trying to find space in this cabinet, it hit me. I'm bidding this summer. And bidding means a move is possibly on the horizon. And if a move is on the horizon, I need to start paring down the pantry, to avoid waste. And I need to start now, because it can take a really long time. We failed miserably when leaving India, giving so much food to a friend that she ended up writing us a check because she felt so guilty. We did better leaving Manila, probably because I was in the US for 9 - 6 months before departure (and Greg is much better at avoiding temptations at the store).
Thus, my new found mission in grocery shopping: only buy perishable food, unless I know we'll eat something this week. Once again, I realize buying a house one block from a grocery store was a great idea -- not only will it help keep future teenage boys fed without having to purchase a second fridge, but I can use it as my back-up pantry if I miscalculate.
Today, I was looking through our corner cupboard, where we keep things like granola bars, pasta, and munchies. It's overflowing, because I keep finding things we can only buy in America, and I purchase them, not because I will eat them in the near term, but just because I can. Or maybe the ever-picky Patrick will decide one of the new fangled American foods will suit is discerning palate.
As I was putting away the groceries yesterday and trying to find space in this cabinet, it hit me. I'm bidding this summer. And bidding means a move is possibly on the horizon. And if a move is on the horizon, I need to start paring down the pantry, to avoid waste. And I need to start now, because it can take a really long time. We failed miserably when leaving India, giving so much food to a friend that she ended up writing us a check because she felt so guilty. We did better leaving Manila, probably because I was in the US for 9 - 6 months before departure (and Greg is much better at avoiding temptations at the store).
Thus, my new found mission in grocery shopping: only buy perishable food, unless I know we'll eat something this week. Once again, I realize buying a house one block from a grocery store was a great idea -- not only will it help keep future teenage boys fed without having to purchase a second fridge, but I can use it as my back-up pantry if I miscalculate.
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