The Week In Which I Try to Get Rid of Stuff

Raise your hand if you've seen the movie The Princess Bride.

For those of you who didn't raise your hand, you have two options:

a.) Stop reading and go rent/stream it right now. Don't ask why - just do it.
b.) Beat yourself senseless with your iPod/cell phone/Kindle charging cord.

Back to you cool kids who've seen it. Remember the creepy Count Rugen who was fascinated by torture, etc. etc? And how calmly he tells Westley "I've just sucked one year of your life away"? And his heebie-jeebie goatee and velvet doublet and skirt ensemble? And his magnificently poetic death at the hands of Inigo Montoya?

Yeah, I feel like I've been hanging out with him lately...except he's sucked one week of my life away. It has been a week since I last posted! A week! And I just don't know where it went.

Anyway, I came up with a challenge idea tonight for myself. Since, I don't know, a long time now, I've kept an excel spreadsheet of inventories of my freezer, pantry, and refrigerator. The idea was to not duplicate purchases (still happens) and use older items first (yeah, right). In general, to always know what foodstuffs I had, etc.

Well, I gotta say. Nothing would give me greater satisfaction this week than to rid my inventory of the following...because frankly, they've been on the spreadsheet for several months now and I'm sick of looking at them. They include:

1. A half-bag of each: quinoa, barley, and arborio rice.

I know what you're thinking - Arborio rice? Risotto, moron! I know, I know...it's on my list for the week. That's what this challenge is about.

2. Two pounds of dried pinto beans that I purchased an a Mennonite grocery store many moons ago when I was going through my "dried beans are so easy and fun to cook and so good for you" phase.

3. Two packages of rice paper.

Spring rolls. I know.

4. Coconut flour and almond meal. One of my dear readers would probably suggest macarons...and I would tell him/her that I will ship the almond flour to him/her so that s/he can make them him/her damn self. They are delicious, yes...but a hella lot of work.

There it is. Looks like I've got my menu for the week.

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