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| Reason Number Eleven I'm Never Allowed To Leave the House. |
Most people have, I think, thematic objects in their lives. Things become representative of experiences and emotions. A dog leash recalls all of those morning walks; a certain apron reminds us of burning the bread every single Sunday night for years; an outfit on a child brings up visits to a favorite restaurant.
I have this certain relationship with cans of tomatoes.
I cook a lot. Canned tomatoes are a frequent ingredient - sauces, etc. Since they are used a lot, I don't always just buy one. You know the type of thing - right? Might as well grab two, because you know you're going to need more. Especially if they're a bit on sale.
With these cans of tomatoes, there is a patterin. I buy two one week, three the next, and the pantry is over-full, and I become annoyed because why in the world did I think I needed all these tomatoes. And then, for the next four weeks, I buy none, cleverly remembering my stockpile. And then one Tuesday at 4:45 pm, I get all my stuff out for spaghetti, run to grab one of my ubiquitous tomato cans, and, in fact, they are all gone. And I practice restraint and only say medium-level bad words and only to myself and the aquatic frogs which live on my counter.
