Handwritten letters, with celebrity stamps of Elvis or Sinatra (Frank, not Nancy) imported from The Bahamas, or some drawn in the upper right corner of the envelope with an ink quill, marked as 37¢ postage since he lost track of what it takes to send anything by post and the prime number appeals to his sense of harmony, maths constructing the world, yes? Sometimes he includes a bookmark for the current novel he’s reading, or a receipt from his last visit to the grocers with notes about what meals he cooked with the ingredients, or a list of what he forgot to get along with specific items highlighted that he purchased on impulse. You know, some of those jars are still unopened, sometimes even years after purchasing them. Alphabetizing food is not actually helpful when organizing a kitchen.