By now you’ve probably realized that I like organization. I make the planners to have an organized day. I design my websites to be an organized experience for visitors.
So how do I keep my house?
You got it. It’s organized.
And I’m not just talking about closets and shelving. I’m talking about the pantry and refrigerator.
Grocery day is every Tuesday. So on the morning of grocery day, I clean out the pantry and fridge of any items that are “due to be thrown out” to make room for the new food.
So let me tell you about the Cake Pie:
It was the Christmas after Abbie’s first concussion. We were heading over to celebrate with family and I was a little preoccupied to make one of my desserts, so on the way there we stopped at Perkins to pick up a pie.
Kevin ran in and then came out with the biggest smile on his face. He was so excited and said he got a Cake Pie. It was a mix of chocolate cake and French silk pie and it was delicious.
So we ate the Cake Pie with our family and then took the rest home cause that’s how we are when it comes to dessert. (sorry friends.)
A week goes by and now it’s New Year’s and I had made a strawberry cream cheese pie to celebrate and nobody is touching the one sad little piece of Cake Pie left in the fridge.
Grocery day comes and I threw out that last piece of cake pie to make room for the new “uncrusty” food. Not to mention our fridge was overflowing with holiday food and something’s gotta go.
Someone has to make these important decisions you know?
That night Kevin walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and asked where was the cake pie?
“It’s been a week and nobody ate it so I threw it away.” I state.
“Where is it?” he asks.
“In the garbage?” I replied.
“Is it still in the box?” he asked, as he put his shoes on and walked out to hunt through the garbage.
It was on top. Still in the pie box. He said it was delicious.
After the garbage cake “incident” I was forbidden to throw out any more food.
And then a couple of months later Abbie ate the Crab Salad that Kevin had bought from a gas station 2 weeks prior. I’m sorry but gas station crab salad sounds sketchy to me.
And it especially should not sit in the fridge for 2 weeks. So when Abbie ate it and said it tasted weird, but STILL ATE IT ANYWAY that was the end of me not cleaning out the fridge.
So yes, I throw out food and I’m not ashamed to say so.
That salsa mix that Kevin bought at that craft fair 9 months ago?
The deer meat that mysteriously appeared in my freezer and sat for 3 months?
The bag of sour cream and onion chips that I ate a half bag of in one sitting?
Gone that next morning when regret settled in.
Only to be recovered at night from the garbage when I needed those chips.
Yep. I did it. It’s not one of my finer moments.
Quite frankly the only person that hasn’t done this is sweet, perfect Hannah who thinks we are all disgusting humans.
And perhaps we are.