I bit off a big chunk of household organization today and cleaned out our pantry. I have to do this about once a year–Mr. Vox comes from a family of food hoarders (I’m not kidding), and it’s too easy for us to accumulate a bunch of half-empty packages of stale crackers and unwanted granola bars.
I am ashamed to admit that I filled up three and a half garbage bags of discards. Are you as horrified as I was? I found tons of duplicate items. I made Mr. Vox do all the package consolidation, and we ended up whittling down from three partial jugs of corn syrup to one really full one, we discovered that we had three full containers of cream of tartar, and I got to get rid of all the excess weird groceries that my in-laws bought when they came here. It’s never mattered that they left a box of green tea bags, decaf coffee and crunchy peanut butter (all things we don’t really eat) the previous time they visited, because they would always go buy fresh every single time they came back.
I hate that we got rid of a lot of things that should have been eaten. I really am shamed by it. Mr. Vox and I had a talk about how we needed to have better perspective on what food we already have at home, and whether it makes sense to buy a slightly different flavor of crackers while we still have a half-box of another kind. I was really encouraged by the progress we made and the direction we were headed. But then Mr. Vox asked if we had a lot of coconut milk and I said, “One can,” and he started surfing Amazon for deals. He asked how much we usually paid for a can at the store and I said, “Between $2.39 and $2.79 per can,” and he said, “So a case of it for $22 would be a good deal, right?” And I said, “Hon, we don’t need a case of coconut milk.”
It’s going to be a long road. Does anyone have any good tips for how to keep things more appropriate for a family of three?