Yesterday was a bottling day again here at chez KP.
While I labelled the results this afternoon and found some room in the pantry, I contemplated the potential meaning behind my ridiculous levels of self satisfaction, safety and comfort, when viewing a shelf full of bottled food. DId I die of starvation in a depression or famine in a previous life? Did I live somewhere isolated and extreme where ample food storage was essential to life during the winter months? Or do I just have an overdeveloped Laura Ingalls complex*? Whatever it is, it sure is making the pantry full.
Can you have a guess at your past lives based on your feelings about food?
*The desire, which commences at a young age to actually be, Laura Ingalls Wilder