I just drink the stuff.
No. I don't. I use it to make caramel corn. And, well, that's about it. And now I have enough corn syrup to make enough caramel corn to eat my way into the twenty-twenties. Yea ambition!
But while I stood in the aisle looking at what might be the only stock of light corn syrup in Kuwait, I realized I am not so far removed from the people who devote an entire room in their house to their Costco purchases. Instead of forty-five gazillion rolls of toilet paper or thirty pounds of granola bars, I'm packing my shelves with light corn syrup. Oh, and: brown sugar, chocolate chips and baking bars, fruit leather, whole rolled oats, vanilla beans, and Forest Feast dried fruit. I also have a dwindling Trader Joe's stash of sesame cashews. And each summer home I stock up on toiletries: sticks of antiperspirant, tubs of Cetaphil, and enough lady stuff that the cashier must wonder if I am joining a Northwoods militia. Nope. I pack it for Kuwait because products here are hit and miss. A lot of miss, actually.
Which is why I checked the expiration date on the light corn syrup and thought, hey, if I'm here in 2015, chances are I'll still want to make a bowl of caramel corn.
Later, though, I thought about times when I've said no to the buy-for-the-apocalypse impulse. I didn't die. I missed some good chocolate. But I didn't die. I ate the other good chocolate. That steps too close to being flippant, but what I want to say about hoarding is: I do it. And I say that it's okay because I bake a lot or share the vanilla beans or have a bag of chocolate chips if you're making cookies. Maybe it is okay.
But I also live in a country where in line at the grocery store is a young man buying flatbread for his lunch, thinking about a soda too before putting it back in the case.
So here is what I am reading and thinking about:
Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?I wonder what my grocery shopping would look like if I carried that verse around the store with me. I would have walked out with two bottles of corn syrup, one for my friend and one for me. And wouldn't that be plenty?