My life/way of thinking would drive most people nuts. Maybe it’s already happened and that’s why I do the things I do. Sounds possible, right?
Last night I had plans for today to finish unpacking the boxes in the food storage room but this morning the “kitchen” boxes in the dining room caught my attention. I told myself I’d unpack half of them, then go downstairs and start working. I thought there were four stacks of five boxes so I opened and put away 10 boxes, then realized there were five stacks of five boxes so I hadn’t done half of them but I was tired. A lot of the stuff goes in the upper shelves and I have to get on the step stool. There’s only so much up and down I can do in one day.
This cabinet bothers me. That wine is taking up way too much room. Vince buys wine like I buy yarn but I probably use more yarn than he does wine. I hate to say “ALL the cabinets are mine” but . . aren’t they? At least the ones in the kitchen. We have a little wine cabinet/rack thing in Texas. Maybe we could bring it here and put it . . where? Food storage room maybe. It will stay cooler in there since it’s the basement. I can’t just say “You can’t have the ONE shelf in the ONE cabinet you wanted!” so I’ll come up with a better plan and maybe he’ll like the idea and I won’t sound so greedy.
These are the cabinets in the laundry room. I have more pie pans that will go on the second shelf, because one never knows when she’ll need to bake 10 or more pies at once, right? I can barely reach the bottom shelf of these cabinets without using the step stool.
I did get most of the cookbooks, pretty much all that will fit, on the shelves at the end of the cabinets.
If it wasn’t for bread and canning/fermenting, I wouldn’t have many cookbooks at all.
These are the memories that mean so much to me. This is an old cookbook that belonged to my grandma.
The pages are typed out on a typewriter, probably not even an electric one. It’s the Sabine Homemakers – title is handwritten. They lived in Sabine Parish (Louisiana – they don’t have counties).
On the back . . she has written my address. That was probably the very early 80’s or maybe even late 70’s. I can’t even remember which place we lived that had Route 9. I remember Route 5. That was at a time when Lake Charles had one zip code – 70601. Now, like most everywhere, there are multiple zip codes for different parts of the city.
It’s after 2. Do I unpack more boxes or find something to knit? I am going downstairs to grab a jar of pulled pork for dinner so maybe I will unpack a few boxes.