Why? Why when I know I am moving and have to downsize did I go out yesterday and buy this amazing cast iron fajita pan for $7? I blame my five-year quest for a barbecue.
Since we moved here five years ago, I have wanted a barbecue but hesitated each time I saw one I was seriously considering. The questions how long are we going to be here? Where will we move next? What do I do with the ashes if they aren’t compostable? I hate propane but is charcoal an environmentally friendly option? Am I going to accidentally burn the house down?
The question plagued me. They made me hesitate. No barbecue decision was made.
But the other day, I almost bought this basic portable charcoal BBQ for only $13. I mean, how could I say no? It is small, cheap and portable. It sounded perfect! I told everyone on Facebook that I was going to buy it. The next day, we find out we are moving.
So I said no. No to more stuff.
Then yesterday I woke up with this huge pull to go to my thrift store. Intellectually, I knew it was stupid. No Suzie, don’t! You are supposed to be downsizing, not buying more stuff! But I had to. I learned the hard way that ignoring that inner voice is a big, big mistake.
There I saw them. Altogether, a set of copper pots and pans! They were just sitting there shining their coppery smiles at me saying, take me home! So of course I grabbed them. I grabbed them all.
Now to give myself some credit, I did put one of the pots back because I already had one that size. That showed some serious restraint on my part. Of course then I picked up the cast iron fajita pan and screwed that notion royally.
So I walked home, a foodie gypsy with a backpack filled with pots and pans that knocked together like some odd culinary wind chime on my very long walk home.
Yes, there are things I need to let go of but as a foodie, can you really have too many pots and pans? Again, it comes down to tools. Tools and my mom’s hefty duty German mandolin. I started thinking of my cooking videos and food photography. These would look sooooooooo beautiful! Maybe it was a sign from my Mom? Or maybe I have zero impulse control.
All I know is yesterday I was happy and excited. It has been a long time since I felt that way. I have always believed in following the energy. Turns out for me that means carrying pots and pans home on my back instead of a portable barbecue.
I can live with that.