I may never buy rice in this town again
Jan. 8th, 2012 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt's strange how hard it is sometimes, even to remember that I need to be running things down, using them up. I've always shopped against the future: picked things up when they were cheap, filled the freezer and the larder, stacked the shelves, over-equipped the kitchen and the office. I have pans not used yet, waiting for the eventual failure of my daily batterie de cuisine. I have ink cartridges I will never use. I haven't tried to count the books bought and not yet read. Karen has a TBR room; I have a house.
But. Every now and then, I do remember. I really did look at the rice-sack yesterday and think "That might be enough to see me through." And right now I'm boiling a ham, which just might be the last ham I cook in this house. Light Errant was the first novel I began here; Pandaemonium may well prove to be the last. From Ben Macallan's second book, to Ben Macallan's second book: it has a pleasing circularity to it.
Even so, it isn't easy. My lunch is coming from the freezer, hurrah - but I still can't pass a butchery counter without thinking "Ooh, cold-smoked pork fillet! That'll be lovely for tomorrow's dinner," and like that. Fetching stuff home, when I should be doing the other thing. It's another feature, that shopping online just doesn't satisfy my retail hunger: I need to exchange cash for goods, and feel the weight of them on my back as I walk.
But. Every now and then, I do remember. I really did look at the rice-sack yesterday and think "That might be enough to see me through." And right now I'm boiling a ham, which just might be the last ham I cook in this house. Light Errant was the first novel I began here; Pandaemonium may well prove to be the last. From Ben Macallan's second book, to Ben Macallan's second book: it has a pleasing circularity to it.
Even so, it isn't easy. My lunch is coming from the freezer, hurrah - but I still can't pass a butchery counter without thinking "Ooh, cold-smoked pork fillet! That'll be lovely for tomorrow's dinner," and like that. Fetching stuff home, when I should be doing the other thing. It's another feature, that shopping online just doesn't satisfy my retail hunger: I need to exchange cash for goods, and feel the weight of them on my back as I walk.