Sweets and I have resorted to New Year’s spring cleaning as a way to shake up our entry into the new year. Perhaps this is us being late with 2006′s spring, but I’m considering it a head start for this coming one.
And like it always does, we have come face to face with our stuff. Imposing, looming, boxes and stacks of it hidden in plain view. CD’s we don’t peruse, clothing we don’t touch, pillows that are a shadow of their former selves, and my books and magazines that have exploded into a bedside entity the size of a person.
Cookbooks I have hardly touched. Ones I don’t reference at all. So, I’m biting down, especially as Sweets has challenged my assumption that we must live among stacks of books (how else are you going to prove to others what it is that you know?). I’m scooping them up, and taking them to Smith Family Bookstore to sell back: let this be a call to Eugene Cookbook hounds to check out their stacks in the coming weeks.
And to prevent myself from falling into the same hole:
I swear to not buy a food magazine or cookbook in 2007.
however, gifted ones are perfectly acceptable…