On the day after New Years, spurned on by the musings of Loretta over at pomegranates and paper, I went through my refrigerator and disposed of the following: coleslaw dressing, wing sauce, plum jelly, pickled jalapeno slices, orange marmalade, horseradish, oyster sauce, some amber liquid that I could not identify, tomato paste, and sweet pickles. All with expiration dates ranging from 12/2016 to 7/2014. There was also furry spaghetti & meatballs and cooking liquid from brisket meant to be used for the re-heating, but alas it was forgotten.
Then I took the 3 old bananas on the cabinet and made banana bread. #1 to use them up, #2 because one of the nurses in my office has been getting an itchy mouth lately when she eats raw bananas and we decided we should see if she can still eat banana bread.
I thought about turning off the lights on the tree on the front porch but decided I would leave it up for Elvis's birthday.
Then I made myself a french martini and sat at the table with pen and paper and composed some amazing thank you cards. In my mind. Because you can only be so productive on January 2nd. No sense setting myself up for a whole year of industriousness.