I am doing an experiment. Starting right now. Here's the deal, we have "no food" in the house. By "no food" I mean that if I was going to go to the grocery store today it would be a major trip. We have no bread, only 1/4 gallon of Whole milk, minimal cheese, minimal to none of some other staples. We have an ongoing list on the fridge that has 10 or so items on it that I would normally buy at the store. We even have minimal stuff in the freezer since I emptied it out pretty well before Thanksgiving to make room for ice and stuff. But I am not going to go the store this week. Even for bread or milk. I am going to pretend that we are stuck in house because of a blizzard or something (well, at least as far as grocery shopping is concerned - I am going to go to Playgroup and my book club, etc.) We will drink powdered milk (even Asher who is still under 2 and therefore supposed to have Whole milk). I will attempt to make bread (if you have a good recipe, send it my way). We will eat the food that we already have. Because really, we have TONS of food in this house.
This is all motivated by a ridiculous old Christmas movie that Naomi was watching last night. One of the stories was about two little children. They were walking around barefoot in the snow collecting scraps of wood to bring home. When they got home their mother broke a piece of bread into two pieces and gave it all to them. The bread was so hard they had to dunk it in water to be able to eat it. The children said they were still hungry at the end of the meal and their mother burst into tears because there was no more food. Then the children went to bed with holey blankets and dreamed of food and presents, etc. When they woke up some neighbors had set up a feast for them and the mother stood in the background sobbing with happiness.
It got me thinking about how ungrateful I am. My house is full of food. FULL. But it's not the food I want. So I go buy more food. A couple of weeks ago Richard asked if he could take some things out of the pantry to take to work for a food drive. I said sure but asked that he let me pick them out so that he didn't take anything I was planning on using soon. I went through and picked out six cans that had been in there for a while. Then I looked at the dates. All but one had expired. So I picked out five more cans. Two of those had expired. I feel terrible that in this world that really is full of people in need, I am letting food go bad in my pantry because it's not what I "crave".
So no new groceries for me this week. But we won't be starving. We have powdered milk. We have pasta. We have beans and rice. We have soups. We have canned fruits and veggies. We have ingredients to make bread. We have eggs. We have candy. We have anything we need. And if we're missing something - we'll do without, but we'll live. We'll live happily. With full tummies. And we will be thankful to God for all our blessings.
Here is a picture of my pantry as of this morning. Proof that nobody in this house is going to starve in the least this coming week.
*Ok - I just realized that maybe I need baby formula. That would have to be an exception to the "no groceries" rule this week. But if I have to go this week, I'll only get that and I'll stock up so that if a real winter storm hit, we would be OK.