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Clean Up Australia Day 2015

Last Sunday, we joined hundreds and thousands of Australians donning yellow rubber gloves and grabbing a rubbish bag for  Clean up Australia Day, where the community comes together to remove mountains of rubbish and trash from our sparkling  waterways and gloriously golden, sandy beaches.

“If we’re destroying our trees and destroying our environment and hurting animals and hurting one another and all that stuff, there’s got to be a very powerful energy to fight that. I think we need more love in the world. We need more kindness, more compassion, more joy, more laughter. I definitely want to contribute to that.”

Ellen DeGeneres

Ian Kiernan AO

Ian Kiernan AO

Clean up Australia Day , Clean up Australia whose mission is “To inspire and work with communities to clean up and fix up our Earth”, is the brain child of Ian Kiernan AO. In 1986/87 Keirnan represented Australia in the BOC Challenge solo around-the-world yacht race and during this event he was disgusted by the huge amount of trash he observed floating around in the world’s oceans.  In particular, having waited years to see the Sargasso Sea’s legendary long golden seaweed, Kiernan’s excited anticipation turned to anger and disappointment when he found them polluted and tangled with rubbish.

“Just before it was dark, as they passed a great island of Sargasso weed that heaved and swung in the light sea as though the ocean were making love with something under a yellow blanket, his small line was taken by a dolphin. He saw it first when it jumped in the air, true gold in the last of the sun and bending and flapping wildly in the air.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

You see, the Sargasso Sea is the huge, slowly rotating eye of the North Atlantic Gyre, where the currents not only attract the beautiful golden seaweed but also the world’s trash. While not as big as the Pacific Trash Vortex, it’s still not pretty and yet another reminder of humanity’s brutal impact on our beautiful, precious and increasingly precarious planet.

You can read about blogger Sebastian Smith’s trip to the Sargasso Sea here and appreciate it’s beauty: http://blogs.afp.com/correspondent/?post/Swimming-in-the-abyss-of-the-Sargasso-Sea

Fired up on his return to Sydney, Kiernan took action and launched a clean up of Sydney Harbour. Clean Up Sydney Harbour Day in 1989 received an enormous public response with more than 40,000 Sydney siders joining in to help. Rusted car bodies, plastics of all kinds, glass bottles and cigarette butts were removed by the tonne. Success fueled success and the following year, Clean Up Australia Day was born.

“Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.”

Albert Einstein

Scouts heading out to Pelican Island, Woy Woy.

Scouts heading out to Pelican Island, Woy Woy.

I actually met Ian Kiernan back in my past life working in environmental marketing  and Ian Kiernan presented the awards at a function I’d organised. I was in my 20s at the time and had to ring him on his mobile to confirm and I was shaking in my boots. Imagine ringing up the man Australians fondly call “Mr Yucky Poo”. He was lovely but I was more than just a little nervous!!

Fast-forwarding to 2015, I was thankful we were doing Clean Up Australia Day with the kids’ scout group.

You see, left to my own devices, I wouldn’t know where to start cleaning up.

Our house would be a great place to start. We could sure use an army of volunteers to clean up our backyard. Then, we could move onto our attic, where a more diverse array of stuff than the Pacific  Junk Vortex, lies in storage.  Every now and then we look up and say a few prayers hoping all that stuff doesn’t feel overpowered by gravity and comes crashing down through the ceiling, yearning to get back down to Earth.

These  troubles are beating me on the home front. So, when it comes to cleaning up the entire country, it’s pretty intimidating. Overwhelming even and just the sort of thing that will get me catastrophising in all sorts of ways which aren’t pretty.

Miss Cleaning Up Australia

Miss Cleaning Up Australia

After all, Australia isn’t exactly a tiny little speck in the ocean. Oh no! It has an area of about 7.692 million square kilometres and the Australian mainland has a total coastline length of 35,876 km (22,292 mi) with an additional 23,859 km (14,825 mi) of island coastlines.

That’s a hell of a lot of cleaning up!!

“How do you eat an elephant?

One mouthful at a time.”

Also, left to my own devices, I could also be tempted to head down to our national capital, Canberra, to clean Australia of some of its politicians and even more so, the media which is probably generating most of the rubbish spewing from these quarters. I’ve been particularly unimpressed this week that there has been further debate about the national leadership while two Australians in compassionate circumstances, are about to be executed in Indonesia. I would hope that this isn’t the only pressing matter our government should be dealing with right now either. Meanwhile, they should all be sent back to primary school where they could learn how to get along. (Perhaps, I should introduce them all to the Golden Rule?!!)

Quite frankly, I’ve had enough of the rubbish our politicians are spewing out at the moment. Our NSW Premier is in the throws of selling off the State. I’m surprised that he hasn’t sold off  his own suit. Indeed, I suspect all of our public toilets are about to be privatised and we’ll all be left busting in the lurch…not just Little Johnny!

Thank goodness there’s an election coming up. Ciao bella! We’ll give them all the flush.

By the way, my apologies to the majority of politicians who make a tireless contribution to our community and aren’t trying to bring about leadership spills!

Our Scout Group at Pelican Island, Woy Woy.

Our Scout Group at Pelican Island, Woy Woy.

So without any detours via Canberra or NSW Parliament House, I was on location with the scouts signing people up and handing out gloves and bags to cubs, scouts and families and our token community volunteer. The scouts have an inflatable rescue boat which we used to ferry the volunteers to Pelican and Riley Islands in Woy Woy to clean up. As my broken foot is still tender, I was on deck chair duties while Geoff helped set up the Gazebo and BBQ and started cooking the snags. He did a very good job too. Australian sausages are usually incinerated charcoal but these were cooked to perfection.

Geoff on BBQ duties cooking up a snagalicious lunch.

Geoff on BBQ duties cooking up a snagalicious lunch.

While the sausage sandwiches might have filled them up, the scouts were attracted to my homemade choc-chip cookies like flies to a BBQ. I’ve since decided to throw out my copy of How to Win friends & Influence People and just hand out cookies instead. Who knows, I might even make it in politics?!! Indeed, could the humble cookie lead me on a path towards world domination. Who knows but I’d certainly get the scouts’ vote. Shame they’re all under 18 and can’t vote.

Mister zooming off to Pelican Island

Mister zooming off to Pelican Island

I don’t know what sort of junk you expect to find doing such a clean up. However, I would not have expected the kids to find hundreds of golf balls so far away from any golf course. It’s looking like there’s some sort of clandestine golf tournament being held somewhere along the waterfront at night. Given the number of golf balls found, this thing must be drawing quite a crowd. However, I can’t held wondering how the poor unsuspecting fish feel when a flying golf ball suddenly belts them on the head. They’d have trouble swimming in a straight line after that!

The scouts also found some Coke cans dating back to the 1980s. That’s well before any of those kids were even thought about let alone born. I was their age back then so it really does go to show how long this rubbish hangs around polluting our natural environment. Yet another reminder of the negative impact humans are having on our precious environment.

However, these Coke cans could be recycled.

Apparently, 80% of the rubbish salvaged from Clean Up Australia Day is recyclable, so all this junk could and should have been recycled instead of chucking it into our waterways. However, now that it’s been salvaged,  it also means, I would presume, that all this rubbish is now off to the recycling centre. Good stuff!!

Meanwhile back at Pelican Island, our scout group sure knows how to carpe diem seize the day. The kids were out in the kayaks, playing beach volleyball and yes, scoffing all those choc chip cookies. The sun was intense and in between swims, there was the challenge of trying to catch little peoples on the run and apply sunscreen over wet skin dripping with seawater. Oh yes…and trying to keep hats on heads. One of these days, the freckles will cease to be a case of join the dots if we’re not vigilant.

Now that the sun has set on Clean Up Australia Day as good as it was for our scout group to get out there and do their bit, my inspiration goes back to Ian Kiernan. He was one person facing a huge job of trying to get the rubbish out of our oceans and the first steps of this incredible visionary have been replicated right around Australia for the last 25 years showing just what is possible when humanity comes together for good. Who would have thought you’d be able to motivate the masses to get out there and fish foul rubbish, syringes, broken glass, stinky cigarette butts out of the water without being paid a fortune? It’s quite incredible!!

Before I head off, thought I’d share Greg Bray’s thoughts that every day needs to be Clean Up Australia Day: https://gregbraywriter.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/everyday-is-clean-up-australia-day/

Now that I’ve seen that we can change the world, I wonder what it’s going to take to clean up our backyard.

Hmm, perhaps I need to offer hose Scouts some more choc chip cookies!

xx Rowena

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Banana & Macadamia Nut Cake

 I might be recovering from chemo and to be perfectly honest with you, I could barely walk today and felt like I’d survived another direct hit by the proverbial Mac truck. However, there was still that part of me which is so averse to waste that even in the midst of this near death experience, I couldn’t ignore the pile of rapidly rotting bananas in the fruit bowl. If you bake, you’ll know exactly what I’d talking about. It’s like hearingTarzan calling out as he swings through the jungle “AHHHHH!”  except in this instance I’m not hearing the call of the wild. Bad bananas means that I’m hearing “banana cake”.

After all, you can’t throw out bad bananas. You can’t even feed them to your worms without feeling guilty. That is, the worms in your worm farm.

Throwing out rotten bananas, waiting until your bad bananas are so far gone that they are no longer edible, is almost a capital crime…even if you only care a teeny weeny, little bit about the environment. If you are trying to reduce your environmental footprint from a brontosaurus print down to a much more environmentally friendly ant print, the very least you can do is salvage those bad bananas. It’s all a matter of duty that has nothing to do with whether you even like banana cake. If you buy bananas and they go bad before you’ve used them for their intended purpose, you have no alternative. You must make a banana cake!!

We all know the rules.

As my grandfather said to my mother and my mother said to me: “Waste not, want not.”

So before being condemned to burn in hell for letting my bad bananas go to waste despite being decimated by chemo (Okay so I am exaggerating about the effects of chemo but I have been exceptionally tired today), I decided to grab Miss and give her a quick lesson in how to make banana cake.

The original banana cake recipe comes from the Margaret Fulton Cookbook which was first printed in 1968 and my edition, which has a relatively youthful Margaret Fulton on the cover, was printed in 1991. Last year, she celebrated her 90th birthday and she is still cooking!! I have never met the great Margaret Fulton but I have to admit she feels a bit like a surrogate Grannie who has shared so much of herself in my cooking adventures. You can check out her website here: http://www.margaretfulton.com.au   That said, this is the first time that I’ve actually read the introduction to the cookbook but it appears that I’ve absorbed her intentions by osmosis:

“Cookery is now accepted as one of the creative arts, andone by which women can express their own individuality. Never look on this cook book as a rigid set of rules, but rather as a starting point. Once a dish has been mastered, be adventurous- give it the stamp of your personality by adding your favourite flavours or your choice of garnish.”

This is exactly, what I have always done with her banana cake, which I have been making ever since high school. It started out by decorating the top of the cake with slices of banana arranged in circles and sprinkling the top with brown sugar. Since then, I’ve added coconut, chocolate chips, sultanas and pecans. It turns out that the kids don’t like sultanas in cooking and aren’t mad keen on dark cooking chocolate either. So I’ve revisited an old friend tonight and the basic banana cake was reborn yet again.

I have doubled the original recipe, which will make a 20 cm round cake and 9-12 muffins. We ate the cake straight out of the oven with ice cream for dessert and the kids can take the muffins to school for recess tomorrow.

I don’t think I’ve told you about our new recess challenge but I’m trying to bake something both kids will actually eat. Last week, they had Strawberry Coconut Slice using our very own homemade strawberry jam and Miss came home from school and said she preferred her milk arrowroot biscuits with butter in the middle to our home made excellence. I was shocked. Plain Jane has no appreciation for good food whatsoever…the pleb!

I know many parents would probably be thrilled that their children aren’t billboards promoting childhood obesity and would much prefer slapping a bit of butter on a couple of Milk Arrowroots to home baking. I should be thankful perhaps that our daughter has such simple tastes. It’s certainly much easier than baking…especially when I am having chemo. But if you’re a cook at heart, you pour so much of yourself and so much love into your cooking that you know packet stuff just isn’t the same. It isn’t a part of you…your love. When you cook for your child, your love somehow fuses to the food molecules and is absorbed and becomes a very part of your child nourishing and nurturing each and every precious cell.

When your child rejects your cooking, you know they’re rejecting your love and indeed YOU.

I need to keep baking until I find the missing key to our daughter’s heart. Open sesame! She will magically open up like Aladdin’s cave and all that treasure will be mine. After all, isn’t that what the relationship between mother and daughter is supposed to be?!!

I just need to keep trying, searching for that ultimate perfect recipe.

At least, I know Mister loves banana cake. Good on him although he isn’t usually so easily pleased either!

Tonight, it was Miss and I working together to make the banana cake.

Speaking of madam, there was some insurrection in the ranks tonight.

As everybody knows, there is only room for one chef in any kitchen. Even though I am teaching  my kids to cook and am expecting them to stand on their own two feet, they haven’t graduated yet. I am still the master…the chef. They are still very much the apprentices and if it wasn’t for the dog, they’d be at the very bottom of the food chain.

My daughter doesn’t fancy life at the bottom of the ranks and has long considered herself something of a Master Chef. In the past, this has included rejecting any kind of recipe and making her own mixtures using her own ideas of what goes together. She was somehow above the rules of cooking. Surprisingly, a number of these mixtures weren’t too bad and could even be considered edible. That said, she still needed to learn the ropes. Moreover, she needed to learn how to follow a recipe and not always be in charge!

Tonight, her path towards world domination continued as she attempted to demote me to the role of apprentice and appoint herself as Head Chef. The cheeky upstart! However, her ideas of what it means to be Head Chef were rather unsustainable.

These are her words: “You’re the apprentice Mummy. You have to do the work while I play on the computer. I’m the Head Chef!”

Something tells me she wouldn’t be Head Chef for very long with that attitude. She’d be sure to have some kitchen equivalent of Mutiny on the Bounty.

You will notice that this banana cake is a variation of a basic butter cake. It is based on the traditional creaming of butter and sugar. While creaming butter and sugar together seems rather basic, there are a few important points to consider…

Firstly, use butter which has been softened to room temperature. I am writing this at the peak of a hot Australian summer where I reckon the butter would melt within a few minutes so I’m not going to suggest how long it is going to take your butter to “warm up”. When you can cut through the butter easily with a butter knife without resistance, the butter is ready. Be careful leaving the butter out of the fridge for long on a hot summer day as you don’t want it to melt.

Secondly, when butter is creamed with the castor sugar, the sugar grains cut through the butter and aerate it, creating air bubbles. These air bubbles mix with the rising agent helping the cake to rise well and also give the cake a light texture.

Finally, the mixture is creamed, when it has doubled in volume and is pale, off-white in colour.

Recipe for Banana & Macadamia Nut Cake

250g butter

1.5 cups castor sugar

2 teaspoons vanilla essence

2 eggs

4 ripe bananas

3 cups SR Flour

½ cup milk

½ teas bicarbonate soda

Ingredients for Topping

2 extra bananas, sliced

Roasted Macadamia Nuts

Brown sugar

The apprentice sitting on the bench.

The apprentice sitting on the bench.

Directions

1. Take the butter out of the fridge and allow to warm to room temperature.

2. Grease and line tin with baking paper and set muffin tins up with patty papers.

3. Set oven temperature at 180ºC.

4.Cream butter, then add sugar and vanilla. Beat until the mixture pales and sugar has “dissolved”.

5.Crack eggs into a cup one and a time removing any stray pieces of shell with a teaspoon. Add the eggs to the butter and sugar.

6. Mash the bananas in a bowl, then add to creamed mixture. Fold in the sifted flour. Dissolve the bi-carb soda in the milk then stir into the mixture gently but thoroughly.

7. Add coconut.

8. Pour mixture into greased round cake tin and muffin tins.

9.Arrange banana slices in circles on top of the cake.

10.Cover the cake with roasted macadamia nuts.

11.Sprinkle with a generous covering of  brown sugar.

12. Bake the round cake for around 40 mins and the muffins will take 15-30 mins.

Happy Cooking!

Love & Best wishes,

Rowena

PS Please note that meal preparation has gone on the back burner at the moment. We are currently enjoying a stash of meal kindly provided by our Church. These came at a very good time as my last session of chemo has knocked me out. Wasn’t sick and my hair hasn’t fallen out but I’m exhausted.

PPS I should also let you know that our worms didn’t go without. They enjoyed the banana skins and egg shells. Everyone was happy except the dog.

Slaying the Dreaded Pantry Beast

Although you might think I’m paranoid, for quite some time now a wild beast or monster has taken up residence in our kitchen pantry. The doors won’t shut and last week, a glass jar suddenly fell on my foot. The monster’s getting angry and quite frankly, I fear for my life!!

Moreover, I’m pretty sure this isn’t some cute, fluffy harmless monster of the cookie monster variety. Rather, it’s dark, sinister and very, very mean! The sort of monster that keeps you tossing and turning at night…all night!

I think there could even be drop bears inside. You see, the glass jar isn’t the only thing that’s fallen out of there and I often hear the sound of falling cans or jars. I’d always thought that drop bears lived deep in the Australian bush but I’d swear there’s an entire tribe of them living in my pantry and they’re all having a party….Boom! Crash! Bang!

There’s a lot of activity going on behind those almost closed doors!

Well, I’m no Shrinking Violet so I’ve decided to reclaim my pantry and get rid of that monster and its friends once and for all. Unlike David Attenborough who would quietly study the monster in its native habitat, I’m going to kill it. Exterminate! This is a time for decisive action!

It’s my pantry and I want it back! It’s mine! Mine! All mine!

Well, although it’s generally a good idea to prepare for battle and at least do a few push ups, I actually slept through most of last week. I’ve barely been able to get out of bed and actually enlisted help getting the kids to and from school. I came to an absolute grinding stop due to some kind of stomach bug or extreme stress. Either way, my stomach ached. I couldn’t really eat and then I ran out of ergs. I was like a ghost wafting through the house.

Not exactly the time to tackle pantry monsters perhaps but I needed to clear my head. I have way too many things on my to do list and they’re all swimming round inside my head. I need to clear my head…or have I mentioned that already?!!

I’ll say it again. I need to clear my head.

Anyway, I was feeling recharged today and was ready to slay the beast once and for all. It was going to die. Meet its maker. Moreover, it was going to happen today too! No more “tomorrows”!!

The monster inside my pantry is the familiar “clutterbeast”.  Perhaps, you know it well. It doesn’t just settle with one of something but always goes for multiples. For example,  I found three separate bags of polenta stashed in different parts of my pantry. There were also two packets of sponge finger biscuits. You see, I’ve been intending to make a decadent family dessert called Chocolate In-Betweens but haven’t quite gotten around to it yet. We also won the school’s Christmas hamper and there are a few delicacies left from that as well. It’s quite an assortment really and everything tells a story.

As chaotic as it sounds, my pantry hasn’t been total anarchy. Rather than a place for everything and everything in its place, there are general areas or shelves dedicated to particular categories. All, or at least most, of the breakfast cereals are together for example. I have got something right!

It’s just that over time, things get shoved in gaps and any breathing space at all fills up and the whole place begins to suffocate (for some strange reason Cluttermonsters defy science and can still breathe in these difficult conditions and moths continue to breed as well).

Traditionally, I am not an ordered or structured type but I’ve come to appreciate that being able to find things quickly can save me a lot of time and stress.

I also hate waste with a passion…particularly food waste. We have a worm farm and I’ve also made a commitment not to use plastic packaging for the kids’ school lunches anymore. They do have plastic containers but that’s it. So while I could be doing more to save the planet, I am trying.

Throwing out unused food stuffs from the pantry, wastes both food and packaging. These are my two pet hates so it’s really something I want to avoid. Having a more organised pantry where I can see what’s actually there, will hopefully prevent such waste in future.

So my reasons for cleaning the pantry were as follows:

  • Being more efficient. I want to find things straight away.
  • Clearing my head. Get another task off my to-do list.
  • Saving my feet from future glass jar attacks
  • Keeping a better inventory of what’s in my pantry
  • Preventing waste
  • Saving money
  • Having a happier family life. Peoples have been grumbling about the drop bears in particular.

I’m certainly not cleaning my pantry to win some Housewife of the Year Award! I absolutely detest the term “housewife”. Moreover, if I was a domestic goddess of any variety, my pantry wouldn’t be in such a mess. I’m just your garden variety dreamer. That’s all.

Anyway, I probably could have looked up a zillion web sites and blogs to find out how to clean out my pantry without reinventing the wheel. However, I just wanted to get on with it. I’d put it off for long enough!

So here’s a dreamer’s guide to sorting out your pantry, which I believe could be used to sort out just about any kind of mess in your life. It is surprisingly methodical and structured, probably because I find it so difficult to organise stuff.  However, I’m starting to suspect this is somehow related to my lousy sense of direction and difficulties parking my car and isn’t some dreadful character flaw after all!

This is what I did:

1)      Emptied the pantry.

I took everything  out. That means everything. This process is not for the faint-hearted. You need to see this space with fresh eyes and not simply put everything back where it came from. Be extremely critical!

2)      Stacked everything on the kitchen table.

You will obviously need a clear, flat surface.  At this point, I felt completely overwhelmed. There was just a huge, amorphous blob…a veritable haystack… packets, jars, cans, bottles and quite a few moths flapping around. The monster had now materialised and boy was I scared!!

3)      Wiped down pantry shelves.

4)      Threw out things that were out-of-date.

This sort of felt good because I was getting rid of stuff and creating space but at the same time, I felt guilty about the waste. I threw out two bin bags worth of stuff. That was a lot of needless waste! That waste also cost money.

5)      Merged things together.

I topped up containers and generally added like with like.

My labeling machine

My labeling machine

6)      Labelled everything.

I used my Dymo labelling machine to do the labelling. This may seem a bit anal but I am so naturally disorganised that I need to be super-organised (if that makes any sense). Some of the containers had been labelled on a previous cleanup.

My Pantry Mind Map

My Pantry Mind Map

7)      Made categories.

Everything needs to be grouped or classified before being put back in the cupboard. By putting like with like, it makes it easier to find things.  At this point, I drew up a quick mind map to get some kind of structure in place. Again, this may seem a bit over the top but with that great big blob on my kitchen table, I needed to impose some external order. It was my way of trying to establish some boundaries and control…and subdue the beast!

8)      A place for everything and everything in its place.

This was easier said than done. How do you find a place for everything and as all of us know, there’s always a handful of homeless stuff left over after every big clean up. Where does it all go? How do you work out where to put everything? I’m still working on this one. Most of this superfluous clutter usually sneaks its way back in there somehow.

A common rule of thumb with these declutter projects is to put the things you use most at the front where you can access them easily. That might work in some households. However, in my last stop-gap pantry clean-up, I put all my chocolate in one plastic container and I had my Tim Tams and other chocolate biscuits in another. I labelled the containers and stuck them at the top of the pantry. Before I knew it, the kids had spotted my stash and it was gone. It had all been a sitting duck just like the US fleet in Pearl Harbor.

I have put all the sweet contraband type stuff on the top shelf, which while it’s not out of reach of the kids, they’ll at least have to work harder to get it down. If I’m really lucky, they might also realise that the stuff on the top shelf isn’t for kids but somehow I doubt it!

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Next I drew up a little diagram of the cupboard and wrote on the things that were easy to place first and slowly tackled the rest. Breaking down the space into more manageable blocks helped me feel less overwhelmed and that I could tackle the pantry one step at a time.

9)      Give away food I won’t use.

I accidently bought a huge jar of olives with pips and I’m going to drop them down to a local food charity. I won’t need to feel guilty anymore. I’ll be generous instead.

10)   Use what’s in the pantry.

It looks like we’ll be eating a lot of polenta!

11)   Buy what we need in future.

Don’t be lured in by specials and supposed savings in future like buying two for less when we’ll only use one anyway. Maintain a shopping list.

My storage tubs.

My storage tubs.

Rowena’s top pantry storage tip:

I have some medium-sized lidded crates where I store like things such as packets of biscuits, dried fruit and baking “bits” (bicarb, patty papers etc). These all stack up almost neatly on each other. They manage all those really annoying bits and pieces and make it so much easier to find things.

The finished product. It isn't perfect but at least the doors finally shut!

The finished product. It isn’t perfect but at least the doors finally shut!

Well done Ro! I’d say that it probably took me almost five hours to clean out the pantry. I threw out two garbage bags worth of food and I’ll be taking that jar of olives down to our local food charity. I found quite a lot of what I would call “exotica” in the pantry. Ingredients I’d bought to make some kind of fancy or different meal which I’d never made. That felt a bit disappointing because there have been so many nights when I haven’t known what to cook and we’ve had the same old same old when we could have been eating polenta (all three bags of it) instead.

But now there are no more excuses. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday…we’ll all be having polenta! Ha!

Do you have any funny pantry or clutter stories? I’d love to read them!

xx Rowena