Inch by inch, one pie at a time.

It all started when my sister-in-law got a late-night yen for some cookies and posted a drawing she’d sketched of herself dreaming about the biggest, creme-filling-filled-est cookie…

That Drawing Made Me Salivate!

So we chatted about what a good thing it was that I didn’t actually have any cookies in my house.  If I REALLY wanted a cookie I’d have to get to work and Bake Some. Only it was already quite late.  And I’m not the greatest cookie baker.

But WAIT!!!!!

Couple of days ago, hadn’t I cored and chopped a bag of apples to make pie filling?

Those apples started humming and singing in my mind, explaining that they did NOT want to end their days in the back of the refrigerator.

So I pulled out the two bowls, the four ingredients, the whisk, the waxed paper and the rolling pin and got to work on a pie crust….

And blimey if there wasn’t EGG-Zackly the necessary length of waxed paper to finish up both the pie crust rolling out job and the paper on the old roll at the same time.

And you can see that ancient orange box at the bottom of the pile of kitchen paper I pulled, two years ago, out of all the hidden nooks and crannies of our clutter-stuffed cupboards while purging and sorting my husband’s deceased first wife’s stuff.

Rest in piece, empty waxed paper box.  You are now off to the recycler.

 

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Author: American Declutterer

I've had three careers, moved among thirteen states, and cleared four houses after loved ones moved on. Sometimes you just have to look at all the stuff and laugh. Then get back to discarding.

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