Reasons to be cheerful

[desperance]

Because I have an ache, an urge to cook, more than a single man can conceivably need to eat;

And because my house is in such chaos that I cannot bear to invite even old friends round, to eat dinners and such;

And because I have sworn to bring the house to order, little by little;

And because I have been saying jokingly for years that I need to organise my spices into alphabetical order;

And because if I repackage the spices into stackable containers it will make far better use of my so-limited storage space;

And because this would leave me with Even More empty jam jars of various sizes and descriptions (these being the current storage-units for said spices);

And because such a repackaging process would inevitably lead to a lot of "Oh, I didn't even know I had that! What can I do with...?";

Therefore it seems good to me to declare - in public, yet - that I have made a decision; and that decision is, that I need to make a lot more pickles and chutneys and jams and such. Which will involve all the pleasures of cooking, and the use of spices known and unknown, and the use of jam jars too. And will leave me with a constant succession of Gifts, which I can give to my friends in lieu of inviting them to dinner.

Yes, indeed. This works, on just so many levels...

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

Is good, isn't it? I am an incomparable strategist. It's in execution, alas, that so many of my plans fail. Famously, no plan survives first encounter with the enemy; and the enemy, in this instance, is myself. "We have met the enemy, and he is us." Yes, indeed...