Okay, I’m no Marie Kondo

A few years ago a friend shared a rule he had adopted:  he would only buy something if he also discarded something.  After 38 years in one place, it’s a bit late for me to take that approach.  I’m not quite ready for the Swedish death cleaning sweep, but probably my ration of add to subtract should be more like 1:10.  Here’s one thing I discarded yesterday:

I also have an (unopened) bottle of Manishewitz which perhaps will serve as today’s drain opener.  We used to keep these bottles to serve to John’s grandmother, who died more than two decades ago.  Yes, I have a hard time letting go.  I always assume that someone will want it and somehow that assumption overweighs the irritation of being overwhelmed with stuff.

Here’s what I added:

one of the five figs that constitute the 2018 crop

and

Shishito peppers from the farmers market, blistered in my favorite Staub pan

Since both have already been consumed, I’m making progress.

One thought on “Okay, I’m no Marie Kondo”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *