An unopened jar of tamarind paste bought for some recipe, which one I no longer remember. Half finished bottles of orange flower water and pomegranate molasses. Three cans of sardines that I purchased mistakenly assuming they were anchovies. Half a package of gelatin sheets. A box of tapioca and a can of bamboo shoots left to me by departing expats.
What does this stuff have in common? Well, it's all sitting in my kitchen cabinets or in the door of my refrigerator, and I've got about four months to use it up or toss it. And I'm too much my mother's daughter (and she was a child of the Depression) to not wince at the thought of wasting good food.
The reality of our departure is becoming more vivid as the days pass. I'd thought about putting a countdown ticker here on my blog but happily as our exact date is not yet set, there's no point in having a depressing daily reminder of it. In fact, I'm not sad (not yet), just busy, both trying to take advantage of what Paris has to offer and to take care of all the practical details. So if you have a good recipe that uses any or all of the above, send it my way. We may be doing some pretty strange eating around here but at least we'll still be doing it in Paris.