And A Partridge in a Pear Tree!

Hoeing out the kitchen cabinets before they are taken down, I had a great laugh at two cupboards in particular.

The oil and vinegar cupboard with ancient and spoiled oils and a half dozen balsamic vinegars never used was a hoot to clean out. I don’t like balsamic vinegar at all so it’s curious why I had so many. I think at some point when balsamic vinegars were popular it was a common gift from a dinner guest. Yuck.

It took close to an hour to open and pour out the bad oils and vinegars, leaving the kitchen smelling like a bad tossed salad. A rainy day meant not opening the windows so I went to my go-to room freshener. A pot of boiling water with whole cloves, cinnamon sticks and a half lemon. Did wonders.

Even funnier is sorting through the many spice shelves. I had a spice pull-out under counter drawer. Two spice shelves packed so full it never failed that the ONE oddball spice I needed I could never find so I bought another.

Hence, three jars of bay leaves. Three of saffron. Anchovies. Two tubes of tomato paste. A ton of chili powder and chili pepper jars.

Four containers of curry. At last three different ground cinnamon tins. Cardamom ground and seeds. Two large bottles of whole peppercorns from Costco. I guess I thought one can never have enough whole peppercorns. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Two peppermint extract bottles. One orange extract, for what I have no recollection! A ton of Indian food spices.

I’ll keep all the good stuff. Toss the spices so old they have no smell anymore. I’ll bring a bag of the basics to the new apartment then stash the rest for when we move back in.

Feels good to purge. I donated lots of everyday dishes we don’t use anymore. Same with unused coffee mugs.

Getting there. It’s going to be very strange relocating during the renovation and for as much as I’m getting rid of, there’s lots I need to buy for the apartment. That’s a post for another day.

8 thoughts on “And A Partridge in a Pear Tree!

    1. While 95% of the motivation to clean out the cupboards is because I have to, 5% is so if I drop dead tomorrow, my kids won’t have to say “whoa, did mom never clean these cupboards”? The fret stems from cleaning out my mothers kitchen after she died, finding lots of very old foodstuff and even older spoiled unopened bottles of alcohol and wine. It was a definite WHOA moment I don’t want replicated here. 👵🏻😬😎👵🏻

  1. I’m constantly floored by how much we have in common but this one takes the cake: I cannot stand balsamic vinegar. Turns my stomach from across the room, and I get frustrated by menu items that sound so appealing until I get to the “balsamic drizzle” portion of the description. Stop it, already.
    And yes, cleaning out my parents’ kitchen after they passed resulted in me policing my fridge and cupboards like a drill Sargent. I’m actually kind of nutty about it now.

    1. Hey, maybe you really are my sister!! I would love that to be true.

      The balsamic drizzle is THE WORST.

    1. With Trump out of office, you must grin from ear to ear every time you fill your gas tank. Thank Biden for that.

    1. Mine isn’t THAT old but I do have one that belonged to my mother-in-law that is vintage.
      I stashed away a box of Aunt Jemima pancake mix and Uncle Ben’s rice hoping one day they might have done value. Unlikely but….

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