Running out of garlic makes me a little panicky. Not having a pen on me has the same effect. So, when I'm leaving the house, I tend to grab a pen on my way out the door, and I do the same thing with garlic and other staples at the grocery store. Just in case. The more scattered I feel, the more I tend to do this, so I can use the number of pens that end up in the bottom of my bag as a kind of index. I believe my record is in the low twenties.
And now, a quick inventory of the kitchen:
three pounds of butter
four cartons of eggs
six different packages of cheese
seven heads of garlic
Time to do a little deep breathing, apparently. I'm not even going to check how many pens I have in my bag.
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