You know what silly thing I'm really no good at? (Okay, this is your time to listen inquisitively, rather than starting the list for me.) I seem to be physically unable to get rid of perishables without getting rid of less-perishables at an equal or greater rate. Olive oil. Plastic bags. Champagne mustard. These things would not go bad while we're gone next week! They could have awaited our return with the patience inherent to condiments and kitchen accoutrements! Yet we still have an entire red bell pepper in the veggie bin after tonight's broccoli diablo, and we did not manage to consume the entire population of kiwi fruits in the fruit bin. I fear that the process of using up those things will require us to run out of rice flour, almond extract, rubber bands, and brillo pads.
But I am patient. I will persevere, and I will triumph over the perishables. The lettuce will fall! The eggs will quiver before my wrath! Or something like, anyway.
I suspect that part of the problem is that it was *shudder* springlike here today, and just as fall brings about the urge to squirrel away food in the freezer and the pantry, spring brings the urge to clean them out! But tomorrow I will counter that urge by putting banana bread in the freezer instead of removing something. After all, it'll use up three bananas and two eggs, and that counts for a good deal.