I hate this part of moving: what to do with the food. If we force ourselves to eat through it all instead of dumping it in the trash on Saturday, we will be having some very interesting meals combining lentils, jam, celery, leftover chicken and noodles and pot roast, cocktail garnishes and a hearty slathering of French's mustard (why do we have two bottles of it?). And by interesting, I mean revolting. Fortunately, we already did away with all the leftover liquor, with a little help from the Gardners, Carrolls, Flavins and Proctors, who threw us a most fabulous going-away party.
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