Half of the Stainless Steel Ware Drawer

Yesterday I volunteered to be a project director for a council so buried under proposed projects they are frantic.

I’ve set myself the project of finding a project director for each proposed project…

…recognizing that the Council has been too swamped to sort out where one project ends and the next begins.

I woke up with my head in a tangle.

So I sorted our silted up stainless steel ware drawer…

This collection of miscellanea will go to the next community rummage sale while..

This collection of matched pieces — which do NOT match our own set — will first be offered to friends.  Then, if any of it comes home, set aside for rummage.

(My husband edited all my choices, agreed on what could go but kept all sorts of pieces he likes to use.)




Reclaiming Spaces

A couple of days ago I looked into that last kitchen drawer, the final frontier of unclaimed territory in the kitchen I inherited from my predecessor.

With a now-practiced hand I quickly tossed into the trash a layer of napkins, condiment packets, chop sticks and take out menus — all relics of far-away, long-closed restaurants, and the bottom layer of desiccated rubber bands, tiny screws and used carpet tacks, fragments of plastic bits, sticky twist ties, and bits of string.

I sorted the broken bits of the family silver (valuable, perhaps, enough to merit a closer look later) from the miscellaneous napkin rings, dozen bag clips, unpaired corn holders, barbecue skewers, and some whole implements that look useful even though I can’t identify them.

Finally, in the drawer’s deepest recesses I found three candle stubs.  When I finished reassembling the contents to be kept —  and by now it was no longer a mind-boggling mess threatening to escape the drawer — I set those candle stubs into crystal holders and, with a prayer to honor the memory of my predecessor, I offered thanks for having finished claiming the spaces in my kitchen as my own.

In fact, that last kitchen drawer was the last space in the whole house — barring my husband’s work areas — that I opened up and declogged of obvious trash.

There is still the garage and two deep-under-house difficult-to-access storage areas to tackle.  But I’ll take a break from physical decluttering because over the next month workers will be coming to tackle needed maintenance.

I’ll have time to tell more stories here.  That’s a happy thought.


Seven Containers of Mace…

The kitchen.
God help those who don’t know what they have so they keep getting more.

When I tackled the heap of historical spices stashed in cupboards and on the counter I found the following partially used containers:

Allspice (2), Alum powder (1), Arrowroot (1),
Basil (2), Bay leaves (2),
Cardamom (4), Caraway seeds (2),Celery seed (1), Ground Cinnamon (3), Whole cinnamon (2), Chili pepper (2),
Whole cloves (2),Ground cloves (2), Coriander seed (2), Cumin (2),
Curry powder (3),
Dill weed (1),
Garlic powder (1 ossified), Ginger (2),
Italian seasoning (3),
Juniper berries (1),
Lemon herb garni (10),
Mace (7),
Marjoram (2), Mustard (2),
Nutmeg (5),
Onion powder (2), Orange peel (1), Oregano (1),
Paprika (2), Cayenne pepper (1), Black pepper (1), Green pepper (1),
Red pepper (2), Poultry seasoning (2),
Rosemary (2),
Sage (2), Salt substitute (3 various)
Cream of tartar (4), Thyme (1), Turmeric (2),
Extracts: anise, brandy, coconut, lemon, maple, vanilla
Cake decorating sugars (4 colors)

Seven. Opened. Partially. Used. Containers. Of. Mace. And…..

I took that picture, then threw out those sticky, rusty containers and started over.