Well, I have successfully cleaned out my freezers, refrigerator, and pantry before our big trip with two weeks to spare, but it's not the way I had in mind. My Dad passed away last week with Alzheimer's. I still don't think it has sunk in. He was 83 years old. Up until a couple of years ago, I was taking care of him and Mom by myself. As his Alzheimer's worsened and Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, it got to be too much. I made the gut wrenching decision to put him in a nursing home. Living in a rural area, there were no local nursing homes willing to take him. Fortunately, we were able to find one within a few minutes drive of both of my brothers who were more than happy to do whatever they could. They alternated weeks on which one would stop by and feed him at lunch and supper each day. I can't say enough about how much I love my brothers. Anyway, I stayed with Dad night and day for the last week he was with us. I felt so bad for my baby brother. He and Dad were very close. He was in the hospital himself having surgery, but checked himself out immediately after he woke up so that he could be with Dad too. It was comforting to me that both he and I were with him when he passed. Sorry to blubber on. Anyway, we are from a wonderfully huge Catholic family. My dad is the oldest of ten siblings, all but one of whom are still alive. I have more first cousins than I can sit down and count. I can't even begin to tell you how many second cousins I have. Thank goodness I have 7 acres of land where we were able to park vehicles, that they carpooled from the hotel, and that they came and went in rotations is all I can say. In the three days that they were at my house, I now have my freezers and pantry back under control. It wasn't the way I had in mind, but I do believe I win the pantry challenge. Rest in peace, Daddy. I will always cherish every memory.