Waste Not, Want Not

I'm moving to Vienna, Austria, in mid-January and I have to empty out my pantry, cupboards, freezer, and fridge by then. I already sifted through the pantry for things I could ship over: the six bottles of River Garden Kitchen Maple Balsamic Vinaigrette, two quart jars of treasured sourwood honey from the Smokies, four jars of Maui onion mustard, and assorted other spices and condiments. But that still leaves a pantry crammed full of stray cans of beans, canisters of rice, and seemingly endless half-empty bags of brown sugar:

Exhibit 1

And then there's the freezer, which contains half a dozen ziplocs of homemade roast beef hash, the makings for more hash, bits of various loaves of bread, and an entire Napoleon of boxes of Kringle (story to come):

Exhibit 2

Of course, I could just dump it all in the trash just before I leave the house for good, but that would go against the homily reiterated throughout my childhood: Waste not, want not.  
Words to live by in my home growing up. My dad is famous for never wanting to throw anything out: "This bit of cheese is still perfectly good! You just need to cut off the moldy bits and it's fine." Of course, he did wind up in the hospital once, with a jellied uvula (is that really a thing?), after eating some canned meat that he had left opened in the can in the fridge for awhile. And his mother was even more famous for never throwing anything out. My cousins and I would come for a visit and she'd say, excitedly, "I still have that root beer from your last visit!" Never mind that that previous visit had been a couple of years earlier.
So throwing all that food out really goes against the grain. Plus, my husband has already moved to Vienna and I'm here, as I said, till mid-January. So eating up that food will help keep the expenses of maintaining two households down. 

I'm looking forward, not without some trepidation, to the creative challenge of crafting meals out of whatever I happen to pull out of the pantry or freezer on any given day. My goal: to finally reach the status of Mother Hubbard's cupboard.