From my mother I learned the fine old art of stock-piling. My kitchen is always capable of carrying me and Tom without a trip to the grocery for at least a month. After a while we would miss fresh vegetables and milk, but there is technically enough food for us to survive.

Other than bread and lunch meat and milk I haven’t been grocery shopping in a while. Like, more than two weeks. I’m using stuff up. I’m planning out meals to clean out the pantry because I store food in tupperware and I don’t want to move most of it and I’m not leaving my tupperware. I won’t have much when I move, but he will have absolutely nothing. I feel kind of funny about it. It was part of our formal contract that I was to keep the kitchen well stocked at all times. I feel like I’m breaking the rules now. He will still have the can of Pork and Beans that he moved down here from Portland with in 1997.

I have enough white rice to feed a family of four for six months. I have an idea. *plot* *plot*