my cupboards runneth o'er, ie. a flood in the kitchen,

two things:

1. i despise flies. flies are grrr.

2. i need a fly swatter

so anyways i've been unpacking the kitchen. how is it possible that a single woman who barely cooks at home should have soo much kitchen stuff? i can't tell you. it's a secret. i will tell you this. i've inherited too much stuff. do spices go bad? i hope not. i still have spices i inherited from gramma b in 2001. who knows how long she had them before that. i don't know if i'll ever go through enough poultry seasoning to be done with what i have. of all the people i've lived with i'm always the one left behind with all the stuff. i have syrup from karey. i have jello from gerta who lived downstairs. i have myriads of strange grains from elicia and edith. i have five different bags of popcorn. i have enough paprika for a small hungarian town to live off for a year.

the funny thing is that i can't get rid of it. it's food. i might use this soy powdered milk one day or this rye flour. i might suddenly need to make something that is gluten free with this gluten free flour. my kitchen is stuffed to overflowing. food storage? i've got food storage. i haven't even mentioned the cans from the food storage place: mine, elicia's and heather's. i have to start eating this stuff. this is crazy.

also, i need a stool. all the top cupboards are totally unreachable. after feeling helpless in the face of so much quinoa, millet and oat bran, i started chucking it up to the top shelf. the flax seed (something i actually use) bounced out 3 or 4 times but i kept chucking it savagely back up. it helped a little bit.