Not because I ran a spanktacular 12 miles this morning – with the first nine miles at a 9:36 pace, which alone, I think, qualifies me for worshipness – but because I spent my weekend doing this . . .
Behold the glory of my pantry – in all its contained goodness. (Yeah, I know, we eat a lot of pasta. It’s not whole wheat, bite me and call the Surgeon General.) I really wish I had a before picture, because I didn’t plan on organizing the pantry this weekend. It happened rather suddenly after I happened to pour one container of pasta into one haphazard clear container. That’s all it took. It’s really pretty sad, but the high I got from seeing the pasta in a little clear, click clack, container is more than my little heart can explain.
So off to the Contaner Store I went. Twice. $300.00 dollars and two days later, I have the bedazzlement of organized and clearly contained dry goods. It makes me want to cry. I even wrote the instructions to each pasta, oatmeal or rice under the lid. I still have more to do though, Kenza’s cereals and her snacky stuff like her Christmas and Hanukah candy are all a mess.