My mother, Dorothy, came for Easter dinner. She helped me to clean out the pantry while she was here, and I did her taxes for her. A good deal for both of us…Here she is counting how many jars of gravy we have. And we had to mock some of the purchases Roger had made over the years… Our pantry is too deep, so things get shoved to the back, and then I am too lazy to figure out if I have something, so I buy it again. We threw away or gave away about 1/3 of the contents – yeah!