Yesterday, I cleaned out the panty and half-filled a wheelie bin with foods past
their used by date, including the occasional packet of flour, sesame seeds or polenta infected
by weevils, and two pots of honey that had gone to sugar.
their used by date, including the occasional packet of flour, sesame seeds or polenta infected
by weevils, and two pots of honey that had gone to sugar.
It snuck up on me as jobs
like this do.
like this do.
My husband had not been able to find the pot of salted capers he bought several months ago and wanted them last night to
liven up his salad.
liven up his salad.
He searched high and low and accused me or
unknown others of throwing out his stuff.
Salted capers do not go off, he said. They do not exceed their use by date. It was just wanton throwing out of his most precious stuff.
unknown others of throwing out his stuff.
Salted capers do not go off, he said. They do not exceed their use by date. It was just wanton throwing out of his most precious stuff.
My husband’s mother gave away his photograph
album to some neighbour’s kid when he went away for a few months in his
teens. He has never quite forgiven her
for this, among other things.
album to some neighbour’s kid when he went away for a few months in his
teens. He has never quite forgiven her
for this, among other things.
And so I started on the pantry and found the capers third row down against the back wall.
We designed our pantry to fit into a
corner of the kitchen with deep shelves that form a triangle at its innermost
walls.
corner of the kitchen with deep shelves that form a triangle at its innermost
walls.
It was a mistake. These places are hard to
reach. Things build up there and
die. They go past their use-buy dates,
they multiply.
reach. Things build up there and
die. They go past their use-buy dates,
they multiply.
In the clean up, I found four varieties of
tomato and pizza sauces, and three different types of jars of vegemite. We had four of honey, two of which I threw
out, and at least five already opened packs of flour, of brown sugar and bread
crumbs.
tomato and pizza sauces, and three different types of jars of vegemite. We had four of honey, two of which I threw
out, and at least five already opened packs of flour, of brown sugar and bread
crumbs.
The worst offender was salt.
My husband collects salt: Cyprian salt, pink rock salt from the Himalayas, kosher salt, ordinary Saxa salt, fine granulated salt,
cooking salt for the salt pig on the bench, and black salt from Greece.
cooking salt for the salt pig on the bench, and black salt from Greece.
Alongside the salt, he collects peppercorns of every colour. No need to throw out any of these. They do not perish, but they take up space.
The pasta packets, many opened, all varieties from tagliatelle
to spiralli and rigatoni are my responsibility. Not to
speak of the rice varieties and the noodles, mostly instant, Maggi and the
tastier Japanese stuff.
to spiralli and rigatoni are my responsibility. Not to
speak of the rice varieties and the noodles, mostly instant, Maggi and the
tastier Japanese stuff.
You name it we
have it.
have it.
I was at a conference once where someone used the pantry as a metaphor, an excellent metaphor I thought at the
time.
time.
This woman talked of the way we allow everyday things to come to the front
and forget about the stuff that lies behind, until we do a cull and are surprised
by all the now useless stuff we have collected.
and forget about the stuff that lies behind, until we do a cull and are surprised
by all the now useless stuff we have collected.
These past accumulations need periodically to be examined and, if necessary, removed
in order to make room for the new.
in order to make room for the new.
Which brings me to pudding dolls.
Last Sunday we celebrated Christmas
with my husband’s family at one of his sister’s place in Healesville. It’s a traditional affair, with turkey and
ham, but the best of all is my other sister-in-law’s plum
pudding.
with my husband’s family at one of his sister’s place in Healesville. It’s a traditional affair, with turkey and
ham, but the best of all is my other sister-in-law’s plum
pudding.
She makes it gluten free, on account of her coeliac disease, which does not matter one wit for those of us who can
tolerate gluten, because my sister-in-law is a great cook and the recipe is tried and true over
thirty years of practice.
tolerate gluten, because my sister-in-law is a great cook and the recipe is tried and true over
thirty years of practice.
Years ago my sister in law came across some
pudding dolls in an opportunity shop.
pudding dolls in an opportunity shop.
These days she sprinkles both pudding dolls and silver
coins throughout her pudding and every year we joke about who will be having
babies in the year to come.
coins throughout her pudding and every year we joke about who will be having
babies in the year to come.
It’s pure luck as to whether any of us finds a tiny
piece of porcelain shaped something like a Kewpie doll but not half so
cute.
piece of porcelain shaped something like a Kewpie doll but not half so
cute.
In fact they’re ghoulish, especially one of the tiny ones, which my brother in law reckons was born
prematurely.
prematurely.
We make a fuss when one of the
young eligible ones, male or female, finds a baby in their pudding. It’s a sign of hope for the future. Hope in the next generation when the rest of us can only encourage new life from the sidelines.
young eligible ones, male or female, finds a baby in their pudding. It’s a sign of hope for the future. Hope in the next generation when the rest of us can only encourage new life from the sidelines.
And finally, I
thought I saw a ghost in the vinegar bottle last night but it turned out to be a ‘vinegar
mother’.
thought I saw a ghost in the vinegar bottle last night but it turned out to be a ‘vinegar
mother’.
My husband tells me the vinegar mother is akin to
a starter for yeast or sour dough bread, rather like
a starter for yeast or sour dough bread, rather like
the bacillus that gets yoghurt going in milk. It creates each new batch of
vinegar afresh.
vinegar afresh.
And so we reproduce, weevils and babies and vinegar. And from time to time, we cull.