In follow up on our war-induced food glut, this morning my wife loaded up a shopping cart with most of our stash, walked down the hill with it, brought the goodies to the “Pina Bachama,” a comfort station for soldiers, and donated it. The troops were very happy to receive it and thanked her. We still have a lot, but are no longer overwhelmed, and we’ve done something for the boys and girls in green.
That was a wonderful thing to donate the food to. You COULD give them most or all the rest, if you REALLY fear it going to, er, waist.