Moving from one home to another simply gives me an excuse to continue cleaning things out. I've already run by the thrift store with a drop-off of random items. Also, while contemplating the power of the shredder, I annihilated the no-longer-important papers I thinned out of our files.
Eliminating "baggage" for moving day.
However, when I visited my parents' house the other weekend I complicated my life. I noticed an entire paper grocery bag full of to-be-discarded cookbooks. Now, husband and I have more than one shelf of cookbooks. And, he's always bringing home ideas from his favorite food blogs. Yet I couldn't help myself. I needed to peruse those books. I ended up taking home a few.
The suspects. Which one hides the best-ever recipe?
Cookbooks allure me with the promise of the perfect recipe hidden just another page away. I spent too many hours scouring the pages for tasty, unique recipes. I settled on copying a few easy recipes and keeping only two books. The "Wine and Wine Cooking" could be a new way to explore food preparation, one bottle at a time. The "New Baking Book" made my tummy rumble with its mouth-watering pictures. While I'm proud of myself for not keeping all of them, a part of me wonders why I needed to add even two more cookbooks to our collection. More stuff is more stuff to pack up, and it doesn't necessarily translate into more living.
What do you have more than enough of, yet can't decline?