I miss my kids, but not the junk food. Our pantry is now nearly empty of highly processed crap (although I did return that cereal to the shelf upon discovering the box unopened. The granola-shunning yunguns will eat the sugary oats in December.) Here's an upside of the empty nest. Before:
After:
Uh-oh. I just noticed that Ritz box in the back. Time to toss more into the trash. That's easier than retaking, re-uploading, and re-editing the photo.
This pantry transition is a godsend, except ...
As we were watching Homeland last night, in the family room which for eight years belonged to an ever-evolving collection of teenagers, I craved potato chips. Or at least Fritos. Or maybe Cheez Doodles (puffed, slightly stale; oh G-d I love those things). We had none. I survived. I expect the scale to be kind as a result.
Eat as if your nest is empty,
Rona