This morning. Little E woke up in an uncharacteristically good mood. He was pretty adamant about eating toast with me for breakfast. We sometimes let him sit in a regular chair, partially because it is what he really wants, partly because he can get himself up and we can’t stop him, and partly because it is so damn cute to see his little head barely poking up above the table while he eats. So this morning, my little mirror image was watching me, mimicking each of my moves. Toast to my mouth – toast to his mouth. A long sip of coffee – a long sip of milk. We take a break when he looks in his bowl and realizes that he is out of toast. So he uses that sweet little voice to call out a request for “More?”
I’m not gonna lie. I was tearing up at the breakfast table this morning. He isn’t even two yet and I feel like we have this communication well beyond his age. At least this morning that is how I felt. Of course there are mornings where I can’t figure out if he wants milk, a banana, a diaper change, his stuffed giraffe, or a frontal lobotomy to release the demons that are making him throw himself on the floor in frustration. So I will take this morning, those happy tears, and my memory of the sweetness and put it away for those lobotomy days.
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Right now our pantry is kind of an organizational nightmare. Okay. Maybe that’s extreme. There is a little order, but it really isn’t optimal. Nor is it stocked with the best ingredients or all of the staples. I am not the main cook in the house, but our giant pantry there? Well I can count on one hand the number of times I have been in there in 2013. That is how little I use what is in there. Eric probably goes in the pantry daily – and I imagine that it gives him a headache.
The little pantry I access MUCH more often. It is where my baking supplies are housed. But even that needs some sprucing up. As far as quality goes – well – it isn’t organic. And it isn’t local. I don’t know that there is much I can do about that.
Back to the big pantry – See those teething biscuits? They are OLD. Why are they there? I couldn’t tell you, but they won’t be there after this post. In fact, step one of the plan is to chuck all the stale things. Crackers, chips, old nuts. Bleh. That just needs to go. After that? Canned goods. Organized so we can see them. Outside of that, I think the big pantry will be in good shape.
This little pantry just needs a healthy dose of organization. The bottom shelf I think could be dedicated to grains and beans that we cook regularly. The second shelf is where all the baking supplies should go. And the top two shelves? Well one is for canning jars that we mostly use for left overs and the top-most shelf is for baking supply overstock.
Now in the long run what are the plans for the big pantry? Well let’s talk canning. We go through canned tomatoes like it is no one’s business. So maybe that will be a fun project this summer if I can find a good source of local inexpensive tomatoes for canning. Jam is definitely on the list. Maybe our collection of canned beans will dwindle as we shift to cooking and freezing big batches. We will probably always have canned tuna in there…
Plans for the little pantry will include keeping it well-stocked with healthy grains and plenty of beans and lentils. Maybe those canning jars won’t need a shelf to themselves because they will be utilized for their intended purpose and sitting on a different shelf in a different pantry. =)
And if all of this is boring to you, but you didn’t stop reading all the way back when I talked about throwing stale things away, here is something fun that I am thinking about doing in the kitchen…
That space on the pantry door? I think that is a prime spot for some neat wallpaper. Something colorful that will go with the rest of the kind of crazy room. Does anyone know where I can get non-permanent, modern wallpaper?
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Cool weather. Perfect morning ride. Feeling the weight of my son plus my work things as I cruise through our quiet neighborhood to daycare. The man who I usually see walking his dogs is out – and one of his dogs is carrying (what I hope was) the man’s newspaper in his mouth. The gentleman on the corner with the amazing rose garden is almost done with his deadheading. I wonder how much water it takes to keep their lawns green, because I can’t seem to get mine out of its dry shade of brown. I contemplate hopping onto the curb to feel a quick gentle spray of the sprinkler, but remember that I still have a long workday ahead of me. Fortunately a sweet little breeze kicks up just in time to push a quick, light mist onto Little E and me. My passenger quietly announces, “agua!”
Sometimes I just need to remember that these legs of mine can move me – can get me from here to there. I pedal with my heart just as much as my legs. Even though I am depleting my energy as I push those pedals, I feel more energized. Even though I am on a machine that has only me as an engine, I feel more powerful than when I am in my SUV. I get a glimpse of the person I want to be when I am on this bicycle… I am the person I want to be when I am riding my bicycle.
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