I worked some more in the kitchen today. As I’ve said before, finding a place for everything sounds nice, but it’s a LOT of work.
Like that stuff. A special thing to grill fish, and some fancy baking dishes. The problem? I don’t really bake. A little, but not special-pan kind of baking.
But I got grumpy when I came across my spring-form pan. Spring-form pans are cool. They make canned cinnamon rolls look fancy. And I have dreams of doing more baking . . . someday. I started feeling sorry for myself.
Do I really have to give up all of my dreams and throw away every single thing that I don’t use? I haven’t used the spring-form pan in years because I didn’t remember that I had it, and if I had, I probably wouldn’t have been able to find it.
Each of the unearthed items represents some great idea I had once. A dream of finding a perfect recipe and having just the right thing to make it in.
I’m willing to be realistic. I’m willing to throw away the things that are just slightly different from something I have that I do use. But I don’t want to give up all my dreams.
Then I kept decluttering and found that I actually had TWO spring-form pans. So I got rid of one, and kept one.
And you know what, when my cabinet looks like this:
I think I can justify keeping one spring-form pan. Look at all that room.
And yes, I’m keeping the cookie jar.