Issue #51 Out Of Sight Out Of Mind
And…
Old ketchup.
Stale barbecue sauce.
Desiccated sweet and sour. (I think. Hard to tell once it’s crystalized)
Little packages of misplaced optimism.
You think you will use them.
No, you are sure you will use them.
Instead, they lurk in glove boxes and purses and drawers.
Maybe, occasionally, in a burst of tidying, you gather the lot into one place for easier access.
And continue to ignore them.
Until the day you have not got the soy sauce or ketchup or mustard - or whatever it is that recipe calls for - and you dig out the stash and raid it hoping to come up with the required amount.
Only, chances are, the contents of all the packets have become unfit for human consumption.
Or worse, are now an unrecognizable solid substance of a color that defies description.
We seem to have this idea about condiments, attributing to them a limitless shelf life.
Especially if they are in the fridge.
Most particularly, the back of the fridge.
Who has not, in blissful ignorance, pulled that container of mustard out from behind the jar of pickles only to discover an expiration date from two presidents ago?
To you I say, set the stash free.
You’ll feel better.
Until you open your glove box.
And realize you’ve already started a new one.
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