Ready for Hibernation

I have always had what could be described as an obsessive, anal, and perfectionist kind of personality. And I'm okay with that. It serves me well a lot of times, though my husband has a difficult time understanding how I can focus down to the nth degree on one thing, like a knitting stitch or the paint inside the bathroom cabinets, while simultaneously ignoring other things, like the laundry or lunch for the kids.

Well, right now I'm obsessing about the quality of this family's food intake, so he doesn't mind so much. In fact, he's loving it. And the kids have definitely gotten on board as well since they've been scribbling down recipes from cooking shows they want to try and are arguing about which one of them will miss things like mac n cheese from a box less.

I was just pleased that during today's grocery shopping trip we didn't buy anything in a box except lasagna noodles (which don't come any other way). I'm not quite at the point where I'm focused enough to make my own fresh pasta. I'm there with the fresh bread for pizzas, sandwiches, and breakfast cinnamon rolls, but pasta? Not so much.

So here's a quick shot of my beautiful pantry. Small, but packed. Just the way I like it.