Wasting food is one of the things that drives me up-a-wall nuts. I mean it makes my skin crawl. I inherited this from my mother, I think. She would, and still is, ashamed when food gets wasted. I feel likewise. It’s not a nice feelings knowing that you could have eaten it but somehow missed the mark. Generally food gets lost in the fridge. That sounds silly I know, it’s only a few cubic feet of space. But there are so many bins, compartments, shelves, and cubbies. It’s hard to keep track of everything.
If you’re like me there’s all manner of stuff in your fridge. I have reusable containers all over my fridge. Simple syrup, homemade coffee syrup, veggies, chicken, homemade caramel, cheese, left-overs, desserts, etc…the list goes on and on and on. It’s stuffed. I sometimes can’t see a carton of milk that’s in the fridge and go out and buy a duplicate I didn’t need. That’s a full fridge. I’ve pared and purged my possessions down to a minimal level at this point. But my fridge still looks like I’m hanging on to the notion that the world might end tomorrow (and it might – you never know – it would be nice to have a few slices of leftover bacon hanging around if that asteroid slams into the Earth’s crust somewhere – ya know?) Continue reading