You are currently browsing the daily archive for March 10, 2019.

Faith Magazine recommended making this week a ‘Lent box”.  After each day’s meditation you put a food or toiletry item into the box then at Easter bring the forty items to the food bank.  This strikes me as much better than giving up gummi bears or rolling down grass hills.  I got out an old Blue Apron box and I put it on the pantry floor and off we go.  If you are like me you have items in your cupboard that were purchased long ago for something or other but never used. I’ve been staring at a tin of peaches for so long we’ve become old friends while I wonder why on earth I bought it and when.  This is an example of the items that seem apt for the Lent Box.  For the past week before I put things into the Lent box I look them over or problems. It turns out many of them are past their prime, with expiration dates too embarrassing to disclose.  These are NOT going into the Lent Box but into the rubbish.  So far my Lenten charity is more about purging than almsgiving.  Down the swanny went the peaches, a couple of boxes of cereal, several bottles of hot sauce (none looking good), and several jam jars.  Oh the pain.  I hate waste, especially food.

Despite my desire to have a ‘no waste’ kitchen it feels this is not humanly possible.  How do you keep on top of things when they are trying the best to hide  in order to end their existence down the disposal rather than my esophagus?  I welcome any tips on the topic. I guess I can sweep the pantry once a month looking for things on the verge of going bad in order to make a Martha T. White Memorial Food-push entrée.*

Despite it all I have five still edible items to go in the Box. The pantry shelves are quite bare at the moment other than my liquor collection. This looks bad. Brother #4 is coming to visit. When he opens the pantry door all he will see are cobwebs and bottles of booze.  I may have to go visit Uncle Albertson to buy forty items to fulfill my Lenten promise.

I know a friend who does this anyway viz. she adds to her shopping list one or two items for the church food bank.  I wonder how much of her stuff sits on the shelf past their prime. I would like to think this is  human frailty and not another sign I have brains of a hummingbird.



*Martha T. White was my maternal grandmother. She liked to push food not because we kids were growing and needed nutrition but if we ate all this we would not have any leftovers.


Blog Stats

  • 1,715,038 Visitors and droppers-by


March 2019

Spo-Reflections 2006-2018