It’s amazing what you find when you (finally) channel your inner Marie Kondo and start clearing your house of junk.
I’ve been in the same Federal-style colonial for 30-plus years, and having raised five kids there, things have piled up over the years.
Our vacation next week will include filling a dumpster with things we no longer need and, in most cases, forgot we even have: all of my college notebooks from Penn State, kids’ toys, dog crates, a moldy tent and a couple of old doors left over from a kitchen renovation.
Then again, I’ve found a few treasures while cleaning out closets and drawers, including a handwritten cookbook my son Jack made in third grade. Stapled between two sheets of construction paper, it includes photocopies of favorite family recipes from his classmates and teachers — everything from orange sherbet pie to shrimp scampi to a cheese dip made with ground beef, Jimmy Dean sausage and Velveeta.