Weeding Out or The Spice Rack Story

Ken and I have used many spices.  There are my New England spices, my French Canadian spices, Scandinavian and Ken’s German, Scandinavian, and of course after we lived in Japan there are Asian condiments as well.    Each year during a small window after the growing season, but before he made pots, Ken went through the kitchen and pantry.  Then he would travel to the co-op and Penzey’s for holiday needs like figs for fig pudding …

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Stockpiling or the Toilet Paper Story

I have been laughing and telling people how Ken was a pack rat – not that I am not one – and how just now, over a year after his death I was down to the last five rolls of toilet paper he had bought.  It did not fit in the closet, but was piled on the upper floor by a shelf.  As the Japanese would say, a toilet paper yama (mountain). Yesterday at the …

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